I'm in road-coma at the moment. But it's OK. I think you subliminally become a junkie of being on the road. As much as you think you're burnt out, the minute you get off you go stir crazy and you just wanna go right back.
I want to do more. I'm never satisfied with what I've done
I made a living out of being a class clown
Life isn't a tiptoe through the tulips
I'll close my eyes really, really tight and make you all go away.
There's no leader of this band, and there never will be. That's the key. You can't control how the public perceives you-people see rock'n'roll bands as the guitar player and the singer.