all the rock ‘n rollers are dying of natural causes. and as for the ones that don’t. you know you’d shoot them if they were horses. of the last six acts to come through here only one was under forty. and all i see is little girls in slutty jeans. and pimply rap boy try-hards acting mean. so tough with their gansta stuff. but all they make is musak. so to all you rock legends don’t you know you’ve overstayed. it’s time for you to retire. give it up. give it away. you can lose the wig. you can drop the act. and the inflated lip. you’ll always have viagra. and a replacement hip. and as for you half-assed homies and tweenie madonnas. all getting what you wanna. it’s just one big fat pop show. where the boys go yo yo. and the girls croon like old bing. and are like so totally amazed at like all the notes they can like fit in. but it’s just white bread heading south. there’s nothing to get your teeth into. and it sticks to the roof of your mouth. it’s my nature. and it’s not all good. i think that i shouldn’t. but i know that i could. nobody’s innocent. and everybody knows. it’s just a human complication. and it’s all part of the show. it’s not always the truth. that i swear is true. we all say we don’t. we all know that we do. nobody’s innocent. and everybody knows. it’s just a human complication. and it’s all part of the show. blah blah blah. gee i love your work. you’re doing really well. and it’s what you deserve. kiss arse kiss arse. you’re right on the mark. it’s what i’ve always thought. and that’s from the heart. big suck and brown nose. preaching to the converted. not overly exerted. lick lick lick. you look a million dollars. with your smooth skin. and expensive shoes. and all my back slap and bullshit. wank on wank on. it’s what you want to hear. don't want spoil your day. and anyway. your hair looks great. have you lost some weight. gee i love your work.