No More Mr. Nice Guy.

I'll Take You To The Deepest, Darkest, Hottest Lover's Lane For A Little Spark In The Dark.

Give Me Lace And Whiskey, Mama's Own Remedy.

You Were Out On Tour, 75 Cities In 80 Days, And Then Making Records On Top Of It. And They Started Calling Us The Hollywood Vampires 'cause Anybody Only Saw Us At Night.

The Minute You Step Onstage, You Get Eight Feet Taller.

I Can't Get My Wrists To Bleed, Just Don't Know Why Suicide Appeals To Me.