When I was a teenage whore My mother asked me, she said, "Baby, what for?" - Courtney Love

You want retreat, filthy and deep
A dead moon, a drunken sleep
Baby, there is a room full of death and whores and truth
And I am waiting in that room
And I am waiting in there for you
It's all hoarse, it's all pain
It's all disease, man, it's all the same
My little Judas, my little twin
Where you start, that's where I begin

Someone once said that Nirvana attracted everybody that had ever been through a broken home... my niche is a lot more specific: It's a lot of females, and a lot of gay guys, and a few advanced and evolved heterosexual men—not many, but there's a few out there.

Without the benefit of history, there was no way you could be in the middle of all that and understand what it was like. To be a couple that persecuted, and to be such weak people, so frail and reactive, huddling together because the whole world is going [she makes a sound like a bomb going off]. You’ve got your own team, the sectarian left, splintering off and pointing accusing fingers. We’re fucking picking nits off Eddie Vedder and Eddie Vedder is trying to take on the constitution, and the whole fucking world is damning me to the stake. It was insanity. So in reaction to that, I made a record about it.