The World Goes On, You

We Want Flesh, Flesh For Fantasy.

I Am Quite A Romantic Person, Really, And I Should Have Put That Into My Music Earlier, But I Was Probably Denying It... I Didn't Want To Be Soft Because I Felt I Had To Be So Hard To Get People To Believe In Me.

I Rocked The Cradle Of Love.

Walk With Electro-glide Down The Blue Highway.

It Doesn't Matter About Money; Having It, Not Having It. Or Having Clothes, Or Not Having Them. You're Still Left Alone With Yourself In The End.