When He Beat My Mother It Made

I Don't Mind A Repetitive Chorus; I Mind Repetitive Verse. I Mean, It's The Same Amount Of Space. Why Would You Have Only Three Diamonds If You Can Have Six?

You've Gotta Blow The Roof Off Of Your Heart And Let The Universe In.

It's Interesting To Have A Conglomeration Of People That Covers The Strata From A To Z... There's A Certain Element Of The Audience That's Intellectually Oriented, Into The Lyrics... Then There's Another Element Of The Audience That's Into A Sex Trip. I'm Into Both Of Them.

Some Even Claim That I'm A Terror, A Dictator And They're Right.

Underachievers Of The World Unite, You Have Nothing To Lose Except Your Fright.