Shakespeare, He's In The Alley

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

A Lot Of People Can't Stand Touring But To Me It's Like Breathing. I Do It Because I'm Driven To Do It.

Now The Wintertime Is Coming The Windows Are Filled With Frost I Went To Tell Everybody But I Could Not Get Across Well, I Wanna Be Your Lover, Baby I Don't Wanna Be Your Boss Don't Say I Never Warned You When Your Train Gets Lost.

Some Times I Think This Whole World Is One Big Prison Yeard Some Of Us Are Prisoners The Rest Of Us Are Guards

An Artist Is Always In The State Of Becoming.