Whether You're Rich Or Poor, Life's Still

I'm Too Old To Do Crazy Things Anymore.

I Had Always Been A Free Spirit, And Always Gotten What I Wanted.

I Was Angry About The Fact That My Father Would Beat My Mother On A Daily Basis, That My Mother Would Like Take It In Turn And Beat On Me. I Was An Abused Child. I Was Mad About All Those Things, Very Bitter And Very Angry.

I Can't Hang Out As Loose As I Used To, But I Can Still Go Down Jefferson Avenue And Look In The Faces Of Winos, Pimps And Junkies, All The Things I'm Made Of.

She's The Kind You Don't Take Home To Mother.