I'll Only Retire In The Day I

When You’re In Love, It’s Not Just About The Messing Around In The Sack, It’s About How Empty You Feel When They’re Gone.

I'm Hoping To Do A Broadway Musical On The Life Of Rasputin. He's Someone I Can Definitely Identify With.

The Bike Went Up In The Air And Landed On My Back. It Broke My Neck, Smashed My Collarbone And Splinters Of Bone Severed My Main Artery. My Lung filled Up With Blood. I Severed My Nerves And To This Day I Have No Feeling There.

Maybe It's Not Too Late To Learn How To Love And Forget How To Hate.

I Was Curious, Given The Swimming Pools Of Booze I’ve Guzzled Over The Years - Not To Mention All Of The Cocaine, Morphine, Sleeping Pills, Cough Syrup, Lsd, Rohypnol… There’s Really No Plausible Medical Reason Why I Should Still Be Alive. Maybe My Dna Could Say Why.