We Want Flesh, Flesh For Fantasy.

Let's Sink Another Drink, Cause It Will Give Me Time To Think.

If I Only Had The Chance, I'd Ask One To Dance, And I'd Be Dancing With Myself.

There Was A Time When My Whole Life Was In Chaos, Really, And I Didn't Help Myself Sort It Out. But One Day I Came To My Senses, And I Think I Was Lucky Because A Lot Of People Don't.

They Wouldn't Play My Records On American Radio Because I Had Spiky Hair. They Said, 'punk Rock Doesn't Sell Advertising, It Won't Make Any Money.'

I'm Not Trying To Hide From My Past. I Want To Roll In It. Like A Dog, Rolling In Feces, I'm Rolling In The Feces Of My Greatest Hits - That's A Bit Of A Wild Way Of Looking At It, But I Am A Man, And We Do Like Rolling In Our Own Feces At Times.