I'll Love You When My Eyes Are

There Are No Pimps, No Whores, No Transvestites - Gone. Now That's More The Culture I'm Comfortable In ... I Don't Like It In The House, You Know What I Mean, But I Like It Somewhere Around.

Onstage I've Been Hit By A Grapefruit, Beercans, Eggs, Spit, Money, Cigarette Butts, Mandies, Quaaludes, Joints, Bras, Panties, And A Fist.

It's More Fun To Look At An Old Picture Of Me Than It Is To Look At A New One Sometimes. Although, I Still Wear A Dress Pretty Well.

And For So Long, I Had Thought If I Was Going To Write A Song, Or Get "into" Something, I Had To At Least Smoke A Joint Or Something. And That Didn't Work Anymore. Once I Was Fairly Well Cleaned Out, Even A Little Bit Of A Drug Getting Into My Work Threw Me Off Kilter.

I Have No Idea Why A Guy Would Bring A Jar Of Peanut Butter To A Concert.