A foolish picture I live in disgust, degradation being eaten by lust.

I open the door for old ladies, I help old ladies across the road. I do a show for leukemia every year, but I don't broadcast that because it's against my image.

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.

Let me explain something to you - you have not been standing in front of thirty thousand decibals for thirty-five years - write me a note!

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.

Of all the things I've lost I miss my mind the most.

My mother was an amateur singer, my father was an amateur drunk.