Either Be Hot Or Cold.

When They Look Back On Me I Want 'em To Remember Me Not For All My Wives, Although I've Had A Few, And Certainly Not For Any Mansions Or High Livin' Money I Made And Spent. I Want 'em To Remember Me Simply For My Music.

You Shake My Nerves And You Rattle My Brain.

I'm Dragging The Audience To Hell With Me

I'm Coming On Home To You Instead Cause They're All Too Ugly Tonight.

These Fingers Of Mine Got Brains In 'em.