L.a.'s Not A Good Place To Grow

I Can Honestly Say, All The Bad Things That Ever Happened To Me Were Directly, Directly Attributed To Drugs And Alcohol. I Mean, I Would Never Urinate At The Alamo At Nine O'clock In The Morning Dressed In A Woman's Evening Dress Sober.

I Was Curious, Given The Swimming Pools Of Booze I’ve Guzzled Over The Years - Not To Mention All Of The Cocaine, Morphine, Sleeping Pills, Cough Syrup, Lsd, Rohypnol… There’s Really No Plausible Medical Reason Why I Should Still Be Alive. Maybe My Dna Could Say Why.

If I Go Out With A Jacket And A Pair Of Trousers That My Wife Doesn't Like, You Can Bet Your Ass It Ain't In My Wardrobe The Following Day. I Say That It Gets Lost In The Sky.

For Years I've Had Neurological Problems. I Used To Shake A Lot And I Was On Medication - I Paid About $700,000 For One Year Of Pills. I Was Taking 40-odd Different Ones A Day.

Unholy Soldier, Disciple Of Sin, What Kind Of Mind Are You Living In?