Burritos every day. Instead of running to the border, I'm running to the toilet. The weather's got me p***** and I'm always b******* about something. Can anything ever go right? My bed is a million miles away (miles from where I want it to be), and it's lonely. But, not as lonely as me. They call him a maniac, that's his name. I understand that he's just human. I play every night. Sometimes I play with myself. It's cool. It's fun, yeah baby, alright! My bed is a million miles away (miles from where I want it to be), and it's lonely. But it's not as lonely as me. Tour diary.