I Stare At Myself In The Mirror

I Don't Get My Bliss By Listening Over And Over To People In The Street Thinking, "boy, Is It That Good?" Even Though Every Time I Hear It That's What I Think. But I Get It In Human Situations. There Is This Little Voice That Is Going, "the Reason You're Able To Enjoy Your Life Now Is That You Made It In Rock'n'roll And People Are Giving You Free Visas All Over The Place. Dude, You Are Being Spoiled".

Living In England Was Wonderfully Civil And Easy-going.

I Think That All The Years Of Exposure To Amps And Electricity Has Altered My Body Chemistry.

I Find It Hard To Focus Looking Forward. So I Look Backward.

I Never Believed That U2 Wanted To Save The Whales. I Don't Believe That The Beastie Boys Are Ready To Lay It Down For Tibet.