Being A Rock Star Is

You Want To Know If We're Animals? When I'm On Stage With The Volume Rippling My Body Like A Glass Of Water And Thousands Of People Are Generating Heat In My Direction, There's No Time For Thought. My Basement Facilities Take Over Completely. Sure It's Animal. People Might Like To Talk About Art, But Look Where Art Is, In The Gutter.

What's Missing Is The Testosterone. What's Missing Is The Fury. What's Missing Is The Passionate Convicted Commitment. And I Got A Lot Of Mine From My Religious Background. So Y'all Best Stop Imagining The Way Dr. Zorba Looked, Or Some Defenseless Hasidic Jew With A Little Yarmulke On His Head, 'cause That Ain't Here For You.

I Would Just Like To Say That After All These Years Of Heavy Drinking, Bright Lights And Late Nights, I Still Don't Need Glasses. I Drink Right Out Of The Bottle.

I Am A One-trick Pony. If You Tell Most People To Draw A Picture Of A Tree, They'd Draw 35 Branches And 10,000 Leaves. I Will Draw You A Tree With Four Branches And Three Leaves, And I'll Spend The Rest Of The Week Drawing Inside Of Each Leaf. In Terms Of The Grand Gesture, I Reserve That Maximum Turbo Blast Energy For What I Do As An Artist, And I Sing And Dance For Dinner.

When I Die, Sprinkle My Ashes Over The 80's.