If I Only Had The Chance, I'd

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.

I Rocked The Cradle Of Love.

My Hair Used To Be Real Long, And My Parents Were Encouraged When I Cut It. They Thought I Was Going 'straight,' But I Was Just Getting Weirder - At Least In Their Eyes. I Was Getting Into The Punk Thing.

It Doesn't Matter About Money; Having It, Not Having It. Or Having Clothes, Or Not Having Them. You're Still Left Alone With Yourself In The End.

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.