I'd like to sing songs that are mellower. I don't want to be screaming when I'm 60.

Tell me where do I belong in a sick society?

I am going through changes

Ten thousand million nightmares, temptation by the score, I used to get so high, and still I wanted more. You think my time is wasted in search of who I am, I tried so hard to kill the boy inside the man.

I'll only retire in the day I should be dead and they have me buried, and some idiot spell over my casket some stupid gospel stuff.

Take my hand and we'll go riding through the sunshine from above. We'll find happiness together in the summer skies of love.

When I was a practicing alcoholic, I was unbelievable. One side effect was immense suspicion: I'd come off tour like Inspector Clouseau on acid. 'Where's this cornflake come from? It wasn't here before.