I'll be the first to admit that we're the 90's version of Cheap Trick or the Knack...

I respect people who promote the way they feel sexually

With the lights out, It's less dangerous. Here we are now, Entertain us. I feel stupid, And contagious. Here we are now. Entertain us.

Birds... scream at the top of their lungs in horrified hellish rage every morning at daybreak to warn us all of the truth. They know the truth. Screaming bloody murder all over the world in our ears, but sadly we don't speak bird.

I'm not well-read, but when I read, I read well.

I'm thought of as this pissy, complaining, freaked-out schizophrenic who wants to kill himself all the time.

I've had this terrible stomach problem for years, and that has made touring difficult. People would see me sitting in the corner by myself looking sick and gloomy. The reason is that I was trying to fight against the stomach pain, trying to hold my food down. People looked me and assumed I was some kind of addict.