Nobody Understands Me, I'm Really

There Was A Time When I Wanted To Get Out Of The Western World. I Went Down To Grenada And Looked At A Place, And I Realised That If I Lived In A Grenadian Manner I'd Be Nothing But A Blah. I'm Going To Need Constant Bodyguarding, Guns And Money To Join The Community There. Otherwise You Just Got A Bunch Of Fat, Old White People Dying Together, Overeating, Drinking. Not Very Attractive.

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

Well, It Wasn't Like I Was Going To Run Out And Score Heroin And Score An Ounce Of Coke - But Incidentally, On The Road, I Would Usually Get Tanked Up And As Stoned As I Possibly Could To Go On Stage. And Offstage, It Would Be A Demon That Would Come Up About Twice A Week.

I'm Bored, I'm The Chairman Of The Board.

I've Probably Been Spit On More That Any Person Alive Outside Of, I Would Say, A Member Of The Prison System.