I gotta friend who spends his life, stabbing my picture with a bowie knife. Dreams of strangling me with a scarf, when my name comes up he pretends to barf.

The cavalries charged and the Indians died, oh the country was young with God on its side.

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

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

I think of a hero as someone who understands the degree of responsibility that comes with his freedom.

I just wanted a song to sing, and there came a point where I couldn't sing anything...nobo dy else was writing what I wanted to sing. I couldn't find it anywhere. If I could I probably would never have started writing.

I used to think it's better if you just live and die and no one knows who you are.