Well, I Don't Use The

You Know, I'm Fifty-two Now And I Call Myself A Singer. Before I Kick It I Want To Be Able To Carry A Tune In A Living Room If Called Upon. Of Course, Mine Come Out All Dark And Twisted And Weird.

Nobody Understands Me, I'm Really Sensitive.

I'll Love You When My Eyes Are Open, I'll Love You When My Eyes Are Gone.

What The World Needs Right Now... A Good, Artistic, Gothic, Terrifying Scare

I Spent Most Of The Eighties, Most Of My Life, Riding Around In Somebody Else's Car, In Possession Of, Or Ingested Of, Something Illegal, On My Way From Something Illegal To Something Illegal With Many Illegal Things Happening All Around Me