I Rocked The Cradle Of Love.

I Am Hopelessly Divided Between The Dark And The Good, The Rebel And The Saint, The Sex Maniac And The Monk, The Poet And The Priest, The Demagogue And The Populist. Pen To Paper, I Put It All Down - I'm Out On A Limb Here, So Watch My Back.

Such A Human Waste, Your Eyes Without A Face.

I'm Not Trying To Hide From My Past. I Want To Roll In It. Like A Dog, Rolling In Feces, I'm Rolling In The Feces Of My Greatest Hits - That's A Bit Of A Wild Way Of Looking At It, But I Am A Man, And We Do Like Rolling In Our Own Feces At Times.

We Want Flesh, Flesh For Fantasy.

If I Only Had The Chance, I'd Ask One To Dance, And I'd Be Dancing With Myself.