Execution Halts Your Breath, Helter Skelter Spiral

Being Sober On A Bus Is, Like, Totally Different Than Being Drunk On A Bus.

The Bike Went Up In The Air And Landed On My Back. It Broke My Neck, Smashed My Collarbone And Splinters Of Bone Severed My Main Artery. My Lung filled Up With Blood. I Severed My Nerves And To This Day I Have No Feeling There.

When I Was Doing Drugs And Alcohol, I Thought I'll Have A Drink And A Line Of This And I'll Smoke This. I Didn't Go, 'then I'm Going To Go Out And Get Drunk, Come Back Strangle My Wife And Wake Up In Jail On Charges Of Attempted Murder,' But That's What Happened. I'm Not Telling People What To Do. If They Can Enjoy Doing It And They Get On With It And They Can Handle It Fine, But Don't Involve Me. I'm Lucky To Be Alive; You're Playing With Russian Roulette.

I Think Mtv Should Consider Using Subtitles. Half The Time, Even I Can't Understand What The Fu*k I'm Talking About.

I'm Not One Of These Guys To Do My Solo Stuff One Night And Black Sabbath The Next. I Can't Do That, You Know. It's Too Much To Handle.