When I Say I'll Murder My Baby's

Of All The Albums I've Made, I Still Don't Feel Like I've Made The Perfect Album. I've Had Ones That Touch On This, And Others That Touch On That, But Never One That's Just Perfect And Fully Relevant. I Don't Know If I'll Ever Make It, But I'm Certainly Trying Every Day.

All I See Is Sissies In Magazines Smiling... Whatever Happened To Wildin' Out And Being Violent? Whatever Happened To Catching A Good, Old-fashioned, Passionate Ass Whoopin'? And Getting Your Shoes, Coat And Your Hat Tooken?

I'm Standing On My Monopoly Board That Means I'm On Top Of My Game

I Like Gay Men, Right Ken?

People At Rehab Were Stealing My Hats And Pens And Notebooks And Asking For Autographs. I Couldn't Concentrate On My Problem.