I know the territory, I've been around. It'll all turn to dust, and we'll fall down, and sooner or later you'll be screwing around.

You can lose yourself in pleasure, 'til your body's going numb, but will it ever be enough.

I'm tired of words and I'm too hoarse to shout.

I don't have a rock voice. I have to force it. I am like an opera singer.

Dreams they come and go, but thoughts like love will always grow.

I'm asthmatic. I was a lot bigger back then, and I still get winded on stage today. But I've learned how to pace it now. I have musical breaks in there.

I never fit in. I am a true alternative. And I love being the outcast. That's my role in life, to be an outcast.