Richard Got Married To A

The Coming Of The Kids Hasn't Come Out In My Art Yet.

I'm Drinking Champagne, Got The Head Phones Up High, Can't Numb You Out.

Do You See How You Hurt Me, Baby? So I Hurt You Too. Then We Both Get So Blue. I Am On A Lonely Road And I Am Traveling, Looking For The Key To Set Me Free.

My Individual, Psychological Descent Coincided, Ironically, With My Ascent Into The Public Eye.

Elusive Dreams And Vague Desires Fanned To Fiery Needs By Deadly Deeds Of Falling Empires.