Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But, it's usually too battered with rules to be heard, and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.

I'll be in Los Angeles for two weeks and I'll have a laugh, get battered and have a buzz, but at the end of the day, I'll go home. It's just me earning a few more stories to tell everyone at home and all.

In fact, I'd just like to own something. Everyone thinks I'm glamorous, rich and famous but all I've got is some recording equipment and a battered old BMW.

You took life by the horns and tried to hold on tight, for fear of being ripped to shreds, left bloodied and battered.

Our battered suitcases were piled on the sidewalk again; we had longer ways to go. But no matter, the road is life

Sex is full of lies. The body tries to tell the truth. But it's usually too battered with rules to be heard and bound with pretenses so it can hardly move. We cripple ourselves with lies.

In fact I'd just like to own something. Everyone thinks I'm glamorous rich and famous but all I've got is some recording equipment and a battered old BMW.