My songs are personal music, they're not communal. I wouldn't want people singing along with me. It would sound funny. I'm not playing campfire meetings. I don't remember anyone singing along with Elvis, Carl Perkins or Little Richard.

I'm not a folk-singer. I just sing a certain place.

Now all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise

Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.

God is in heaven, and we all want what's his. But power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is.

If you don't believe there's a price for this sweet paradise, just remind me to show you the scars.

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.