Just ask anybody who is getting old - everything starts hurting. For me, it's my shoulders, thumbs, knees and feet.
I don't have a rock voice. I have to force it. I am like an opera singer.
When your name is on the marquee, you either get the glory or you get the hits.
You've been cold to me so long, I'm crying icicles instead of tears.
Some days I pray to the God of sex and drums and rock and roll.
What about your school? It's defective, it's a pack of useless lies.