Nobody Tells Me F-k All!

I Remember What A Thrill It Was To Go From The Back Streets Of Birmingham To Madison Square Garden In New York...it's Like Playing On Mars. You Can't Buy That.

L.a.'s Not A Good Place To Grow Old.

Evil Thoughts And Evil Doing, Cold, Alone, You Hang In Ruins.

Hating People Isn’t A Productive Way Of Living. So What’s The Point In Hating Anyone? There’s Enough Hate In The World As It Is, Without Me Adding To It.

Execution Halts Your Breath, Helter Skelter Spiral Death.