Your fantasies are unlikely. But beautiful.

Hunting Bears is a complex song. A bear, as you know is another term for a chubby chaser. The guitar line is actually the sound of a fat man's thighs rubbing together as he approaches another lardy male for a night of sexual deviance.

Where are you sleeping tonight? Face down in the mud? That's a British tradition: Take acid and fall asleep in some field.

Rock music is, is a necessary evil, like beating my children with penny loafers

Ironically my brother died in a car accident shortly after Airbag was recorded. He's not an identical twin so I didn't care.

Performing is great, but you are exposed to all this extra stuff that you don't have to deal with when you stop. I'm getting used to it now, but it's kind of just the fallout. It's really weird. It's not a natural situation to be in. It sounds like moaning, because I know that's what I'm supposed to do, and I'm not moaning.

I think sometimes all the charities are doing is mopping up the blood. It’s a shame.