"And, you want to talk about specifics? Listen to me rip my guts out on "Bed of Roses". That's from my least successful commercial album ever. When I wrote those words, "wasted and wounded" I was hungover as Jesus could be, trying hard to write this song, with a bottle of vodka kicking me in the head and I was ****ing puking and this blonde was still in my bed. You think that was fiction? It wasn't. But no one's ever asked me what that song is about, so I've never felt the need to tell anyone."

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That's what I've been saying and people didn't believe me... "Metaphors of his career", etc. In your face!

Ice