Your Skin Starts Itching Once You Buy

You Know, I'm Fifty-two Now And I Call Myself A Singer. Before I Kick It I Want To Be Able To Carry A Tune In A Living Room If Called Upon. Of Course, Mine Come Out All Dark And Twisted And Weird.

I Am The Passenger, I Stay Under Glass. I Look Through My Window So Bright, I See The Stars Come Out Tonight. I See The Bright And Hollow Sky, Over The City's Ripped Backsides And Everything Looks Good Tonight.

If I Don't Terrorize, I'm Not Pop.

The Key To The Doors Is The Culture Behind The Myth.

I Wasn't So Stupid That I Didn't Realize The Implications Of What They Were Saying. In My Live Work I Was Going For The Quick Thrill, Rather Than Spending Time Concentrating On My Voice. I Figured I'd Get On, Make As Many Quick Movement As Possible, Dance My Ass Off For Five Minutes, Move Into The Insult Portion Of The Evening, And Then, At The End, Create Some Kind Of Chaos Until The 55 Minutes Were Up.