We play it differently now. If we did the album now it would be different.

I'm your top prime cut of meat, I'm your choice, I wanna be elected.

I'm hidden in the scream when the virgin dies, I'm the ache in the belly when your baby cries, and I'm the burning sensation when the convict fries.

I hear you calling and it's needles and pins (And pins) I want to hurt you just to hear you screaming my name Don't want to touch you but you're under my skin (Deep in) I want to kiss you but your lips are venomous poison

I don't think you can shock an audience anymore. Me cutting my head off is a great illusion, but when you turn on CNN and there's a guy really getting his head cut off, it does dilute what I did.

The best things in life don't make sense

My ultimate goal will be my being told in a Penthouse letter that I can frame.