You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free.

The land created me. I'm wild and lonesome. Even as I travel the cities, I'm more at home in the vacant lots.

Abe said, where do you want this killing done? God said, out on highway 61.

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

Stay free of petty jealousies, live by no man's code, and hold your judgment for yourself, lest you wind up on this road.

Music can save people, but it can't in the commercial way it's being used. It's just too much. It's pollution.

Inspiration is hard to come by. You have to take it where you find it.