If not for you, winter wouldn't hold no spring, couldn't hear a robin sing. I just wouldn't have a clue, if not for you.

Who am I helping, what am I breaking, what am I giving, what am I taking?

I was sick of the way my lyrics had been extrapolated, their meanings subverted into polemics and that I had been anointed as the Big Bubba of Rebellion, High Priest of Protest, the Duke of Disobedience, Leader of the Freeloaders, Kaiser of Apostasy, Archbishop of Anarchy, the Big Cheese. Horrible titles any way you want to look at it. All code words for Outlaw.

I don't think I'm tangible to myself.

Every day your memory grows dimmer - it doesn't haunt me like it did before.

I'm gonna spare the defeated. I'm gonna tame the proud.

I met a young man who was wounded in love, I met another man who was wounded in hatred.