I'm Totally At Home On

Me And Janet Really Are Two Different People.

I Wake Up From Dreams And Go, 'wow, Put This Down On Paper.' The Whole Thing Is Strange. You Hear The Words, Everything Is Right There In Front Of Your Face. ... I Am Always Writing A Potpourri Of Music. I Want To Give The World Escapism Through The Wonder Of Great Music And To Reach The Masses. ... And I Remember Going To The Record Studio And There Was A Park Across The Street And I'd See All The Children Playing And I Would Cry Because It Would Make Me Sad That I Would Have To Work Instead.

There Was Michael Jackson, The King Of Pop, An Aloof Superstar Who Had Everything And Needed No One. And Michael Jackson, The Shy Kid Under The Mask, Who Lacked Even A Single Real Friend.

Lift Your Head Up High, And Scream To The World. I Know I Am Someone, And Let The Truth Unfurl.

Never Ask For 'a Beer.'