Nobody tells me f-k all!

For years I've had neurological problems. I used to shake a lot and I was on medication - I paid about $700,000 for one year of pills. I was taking 40-odd different ones a day.

I used to get upset by people not understanding me, but I’ve made a career out of it now.

When I was doing drugs and alcohol, I thought I'll have a drink and a line of this and I'll smoke this. I didn't go, 'Then I'm going to go out and get drunk, come back strangle my wife and wake up in jail on charges of attempted murder,' but that's what happened. I'm not telling people what to do. If they can enjoy doing it and they get on with it and they can handle it fine, but don't involve me. I'm lucky to be alive; you're playing with Russian roulette.

There are no impossible dreams.

Destiny planned out, I don't need no hand out.

Just another lonely broken hero picking up the pieces of my mind. Running out of faith and hope and reason, I'm running out of time.