Some days were harder than others…sometimes we would just smoke a ton of cigarettes and just stare at each other. Sometimes we would hit on something and magic would happen.

One of these moments was a song called ‘Mama’. I remember we played an arena in Chicago and this line ‘Mama, we all go to hell’ just hit me, along with a melody. Ray and I worked out a small guitar part to go along with a melody and we tried it right away at sound check. I think we all knew as soon as we played it that it was some kind of new direction for us, one that was more theatrical than anything we had done…to us it was even more ‘cabaret’ than ‘You Know What They Do To Guys Like Us In Prison.’

It was pure. It was raw. It was unashamed.

So we dug up her bones and started to work on her.