Fame, What You Like Is In The

Rebel, Rebel, You've Torn Your Dress. Rebel, Rebel, Your Face Is A Mess. Rebel, Rebel, How Could They Know? Hot Tramp, I Love You So.

I'm Not A Natural Performer. I Don't Like Performing Very Much.

Nearly All The Synth Work On Heathen Is Mine And Some Of The Piano.

I've Been Putting Out The Fire With Gasoline.

Everywhere I Looked, Demons Of The Future [were] On The Battlegrounds Of One’s Emotional Plane.