Nobody Understands Me, I'm Really Sensitive.

I Like Semi-torn-down Places Where I Could Get Nestled In And Get Something Done Without Anyone Bothering Me.

Your Skin Starts Itching Once You Buy That Gimmick About Something Called Love.

You Know What I Think You Get Scared Of More - Especially Me, After Touring For So Long And Being In Bands For So Long - You Start To Associate Certain Behavior With The Music. It's Like People Associate Having A Cigarette With Having A Cup Of Coffee, Or Lunch.

In 1965, When Great Young White Artists In The English-speaking World Were Successfully Re-channeling Hillbilly And Black Music - You Know Bob Dylan, Ray Davies, Pete Townsend, Keith Richards - They Didn't Get Any Money At First. They Were All Broke.

I'm A Street Walking Cheetah With A Heart Full Of Napalm.