The Coming Of The Kids Hasn't Come

The Bands And The Roadies, Love 'em And Leave 'em. It's Pleasure To Try 'em, But Trouble To Keep 'em.

Acid, Booze, And Ass, Needles, Guns, And Grass, Lots Of Laughs.

Eventually, With Success, I Started To Feel More And More Isolated - Like I Didn't Have A Community Of Artists.

I Love You When I Forget About Me.

The Hollywood Sirens Are Shrieking, While Down Some Search Lit Alley Runs Some Lost Belief.