It Ain't My Cup Of Meat.

Pain Sure Does Bring Out The Best In People, Doesn't It?

As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of Prey, Who Pick Up On His Bread Crumb Sins, And There Are No Sins Inside The Gates Of Eden.

Loneliness, Tenderness, High Society, Notoriety, You Fight For The Throne And You Travel Alone.

I Think I Have A Dualistic Nature.

I'm Mortified To Be On The Stage, But Then Again, It's The Only Place Where I'm Happy.