She Makes Love Just Like A Woman.

Dead Man, Dead Man When Will You Arise? Cobwebs In Your Mind Dust Upon Your Eyes

There's A Whole Lot Of People In Trouble Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Whole Lot Of People Seeing Double Tonight From The Disease Of Conceit Give Ya Delusions Of Grandeur And A Evil Eye Give You The Idea That You're Too Good To Die Then They Bury You From Your Head To Your Feet From The Disease Of Conceit

Once I Went Into Songwriting, I Figured I Had To - I Couldn't Be A Hellfire Rock 'n' Roller. But I Could Write Hellfire Lyrics.

I Wouldn't Even Think Of Playing Music If I Was Born In These Times. I Wouldn't Even Listen To The Radio.

In This Ocean Of Hours I'm All The Time Drinking.