25 years old, living in a dirty share-house, no job, no money, going to the pub - it's all in this song.

Therapy

No explanation needed, the lyrics are clear. This is an album of conviction.

A 'night out' on my answering machine put to music. Probably one of my most interesting lyrics, and I didn't have to write a single word!

a pleasant song about being hopelessly in denial

looking out the window next your bed wondering how you got here again holes in the walls where fists have been your doors always kept open please don't stop hoping you want the truth even it kills you your doubts have built up flame…

Long live Lemmy,Motorhead and all who sail in her!

This one's about being in a relationship you really shouldn't be in.

Based on 30 or so second snipped from AM Radio - a news story about a drunk driver who killed a young woman.

I was thumbing a ride along a hot, deserted Caribbean road. When Steve pulled up in this vintage pre-war Chevy, I was very grateful. It just so happened he was heading to the same cantina I was, so we kicked back with a pitcher of mojitos…