The world that surrounded me disgusted me so I chosen to invent one of my own.
Broken glass. It's just like glitter, isn't it?
Open your heart. Don't be spiteful.
The more that you follow me, the more I get lost
It's just about bein' yourself...even when you're on the dole, it's about your leather jacket. Music is the last refuge of the working class, along with football...in fact, gigs and riots are the only things left.
When inspiration and emotions are sudden, and you can truly capture something, then, yeah, of course it feels good. But when you’re stunted, and you’re having trouble expressin’ yourself, then obviously it doesn’t. So it’s never constant.