You're A Musician: You Play. That's What

You Do What You Love, Or You Get Arrested.

They Tied His Arms Behind His Back To Teach Him How To Swim, They Put Blood In His Coffee And Milk In His Gin.

You Do This Because You Like It, You Think What You're Making Is Beautiful. And If You Think It's Beautiful, Maybe They Think It's Beautiful.

I Don't Mind A Repetitive Chorus; I Mind Repetitive Verse. I Mean, It's The Same Amount Of Space. Why Would You Have Only Three Diamonds If You Can Have Six?

My God Is Rock'n'roll.