The biggest misconception people have about me is that I'm stupid.
Rock isn't art, it's the way ordinary people talk.
If your world doesn't allow you to dream, move to one where you can.
Elvis a fight the dying light, Johnny Ray he's always crying.
Such a human waste, your eyes without a face.
I am hopelessly divided between the dark and the good, the rebel and the saint, the sex maniac and the monk, the poet and the priest, the demagogue and the populist. Pen to paper, I put it all down - I'm out on a limb here, so watch my back.