Your Empty Eyes Seem To

The World Goes On, You Go On And You Change. You Want To Show The Fans Those Changes, And You Want To Be Able To Verbalize Them.

We Want Flesh, Flesh For Fantasy.

When I Started Out, Everyone Seemed To Be Adopting These Names... Johnny Rotten, Sid Vicious. I Wasn't Really Rotten Or Vicious Or Nasty, So I Wanted Something A Bit More Funny - Yet Something That Seemed Real Rock 'n' Roll... Something That Acknowledged My Ambition.

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.

I Am Hopelessly Divided Between The Dark And The Good, The Rebel And The Saint, The Sex Maniac And The Monk, The Poet And The Priest, The Demagogue And The Populist. Pen To Paper, I Put It All Down - I'm Out On A Limb Here, So Watch My Back.