Your Skin Starts Itching Once You Buy

There Was A Time When I Wanted To Get Out Of The Western World. I Went Down To Grenada And Looked At A Place, And I Realised That If I Lived In A Grenadian Manner I'd Be Nothing But A Blah. I'm Going To Need Constant Bodyguarding, Guns And Money To Join The Community There. Otherwise You Just Got A Bunch Of Fat, Old White People Dying Together, Overeating, Drinking. Not Very Attractive.

I Don't Get My Bliss By Listening Over And Over To People In The Street Thinking, "boy, Is It That Good?" Even Though Every Time I Hear It That's What I Think. But I Get It In Human Situations. There Is This Little Voice That Is Going, "the Reason You're Able To Enjoy Your Life Now Is That You Made It In Rock'n'roll And People Are Giving You Free Visas All Over The Place. Dude, You Are Being Spoiled".

I'm Not The Kind Of Person Who Could Join Aa Or Have Rules For Myself Or On Thursday Take This Vitamin Pill. So, Basically, I Learned The Hard Way. I Learned By Trial And Error, And Tried To Get Drugs Out Of My Work. That Took About A Year. If I Was Going To Work, It Was Best That I Be Straight. And I Was Surprised At What Came Out.

Onstage I've Been Hit By A Grapefruit, Beercans, Eggs, Spit, Money, Cigarette Butts, Mandies, Quaaludes, Joints, Bras, Panties, And A Fist.

I'm A Street Walking Cheetah With A Heart Full Of Napalm.