When It Comes To Art, Money Is

I Like Music That's More Offensive. I Like It To Sound Like Nails On A Blackboard, Get Me Wild.

Pussy Power's Pulling Me Down, Down, Down, Down. When It's There And I Can't Have It, I Get Real Real Rabid.

Well, It Wasn't Like I Was Going To Run Out And Score Heroin And Score An Ounce Of Coke - But Incidentally, On The Road, I Would Usually Get Tanked Up And As Stoned As I Possibly Could To Go On Stage. And Offstage, It Would Be A Demon That Would Come Up About Twice A Week.

I'm Glad I Am Crazy, It Keeps Me Trying. I Despise Trendies, I Know They're Lying.

I Spent Most Of The Eighties, Most Of My Life, Riding Around In Somebody Else's Car, In Possession Of, Or Ingested Of, Something Illegal, On My Way From Something Illegal To Something Illegal With Many Illegal Things Happening All Around Me