Your empty eyes seem to pass me by and leave me dancing with myself.
I am hopelessly divided between the dark and the good, the rebel and the saint, the sex maniac and the monk, the poet and the priest, the demagogue and the populist. Pen to paper, I put it all down - I'm out on a limb here, so watch my back.
I don't care what stage or what reason, as long as we're playing.
We want flesh, flesh for fantasy.
The biggest misconception people have about me is that I'm stupid.
My dad was one of the reasons I got into rock and roll, because I was learning the ropes of his business, which was selling powertools, and I was looking for a way out from under his heel. I was like, 'Where's the fun? Where's the glamour?