Everybody Look At You Strange, Say You

I Had Success. I Had A Number One Record. I Had A Number One Album. I Have To Make This Kind Of Record Again Or Else I'm Going To Lose It All. That's How You End Up Making The Same Song Over And Over.

I Look In The Mirror, My Only Opponent

And Now We're Lethal, Infected With D'evils

You Learn More In Failure Than You Ever Do In Success

Can I Hit It In The Morning With Out Giving You Have Of My Dough?