I can't stand to see myself on television.

Just a reminder, if you tell anyone about what happened with Jonah last night, I'll destroy all of my writing and never play music again.

Look at the sun sinkin' like a ship. Ain't that just like my heart, babe. When you kissed my lips?

Obscenity, who really cares. Propaganda, all is phony.

Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.

For them that think death's honesty won't fall upon them naturally life sometimes must get lonely.

Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.