Yeah, if you mean your solo album, Songs of Life.
I don't know why I watch Rock of Love.
And every other song sounds like "Every Rose Has Its Thorn." Seriously. I think one of them is called "Every Row Has Its Corn."
You're in your goddamned 40s Bret. How do you explain to your kids that their potential stepmother's crowning achievement was saying "I want some rocker ass" during a 30-second promo? I know it's embarrassing to work as a temp. Fuck it dude, join the Army. Be a special breed of Motorcycle Soldier. Keep it smoothed out on the Captain America tip and shit.
Or better yet, be Bush's brain; take Karl Rove's job. Be a "poison"-ous turd blossom.
Start a Rudyard Kipling book club.
Enter the Chinese toothpaste market.
Fuck it dude, just take some UCB sketch classes. You would bump David Cross in a rock musical with Yo La Tengo.
Anything but bitch and moan on VH-1 about a starfucker.
Yes, that's what he means by "I will not be played." Some woman is not there for him, but because he is a star.
The rest of them are not star fuckers however. Seriously, they never heard of you.