I couldn't be a royal. It's like living in a supersonic goldfish bowl.
Condemned to violence, arrested by pain. Inside the soul lies a man insane.
In the Seventies I was so scared I wouldn't go on stage.
I just suddenly thought, people really get off on being scared. They pay money to see green foam come out of people's mouths.
Black illusion is all I ever see.
Conceived in anger, addicted to hate, the mutant child of a twisted state.