When I'm Dead, I Want To Be

I'm Just A Musical Prostitute, My Dear.

Is Billy Idol Just Doing A Bad Elvis Pout, Or Was He Born That Way?

People Are Always Asking Me What My Lyrics Mean. Does It Mean This, Does It Mean That, That's All Anybody Wants To Know. F**k Them, Darling. I Say What Any Decent Poet Would Say If You Dared Ask Him To Analyze His Work: If You See It, Dear, Then It's There. ... I Think My Melodies Are Superior To My Lyrics. ... I Was Never Too Keen On The British Music Press. They've Called Us A Supermarket Hype, And They Used To Suggest That We Didn't Write Our Own Songs.

Can You Imagine How Terrible It Is When You've Got Everything And You're Still Desperately Lonely? That Is Awful Beyond Words.

I Don't Like The Way My Teeth Protrude. I'm Going To Have Them Done, But I Just Haven't Had The Time. Apart From That... I'm Perfect.