You Get Paid Like A Really Good

She Can Kill With Her Smile, She Can Wound With Her Eyes.

When I Was 19, I Made My First Good Week's Pay As A Club Musician. It Was Enough Money For Me To Quit My Job At The Factory And Still Pay The Rent And Buy Some Food. I Freaked.

Forced To Recognize Our Inhumanity, Our Reason Coexists With Our Insanity. And Though We Choose Between Reality And Madness, It's Either Sadness Or Euphoria.

I Did Write A Letter To The Archdiocese Who'd Banned The Song, Only The Good Die Young, Asking Them To Ban My Next Record.

Slow Down You're Doing Fine You Can't Be Everything You Want To Be Before Your Time Although It's So Romantic On The Borderline Tonight Too Bad But It's The Life You Lead You're So Ahead Of Yourself That You Forfeit What You Need Though You Can See When You're Wrong