In the early days, you would get skinheads, the Eagles and Black Sabbath playing the same show.
I wanted to be the fifth Beatle.
The road to nowhere leads to me.
The ministry of fear that won't let you live. The ministry of grace that doesn't forgive.
A foolish picture I live in disgust, degradation being eaten by lust.
I'd rather look good in my coffin than bad in my coffin.