You have to work out where your place is. And who you are. But we're all spirit. That's all we are, we're just walking dressed up in a suit of skin, and we're going to leave that behind.

The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you.

I can't see my reflection in the waters, I can't speak the sounds that show no pain. I can't hear the echo of my footsteps, or can't remember the sound of my own name.

Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.

Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.

I don't write the songs; I just write 'em down.

A lot of people say there is no happiness in this life and certainly there's no permanent happiness. But self-sufficiency creates happiness.