You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong

There must be some kind of way out of here,' said the joker to the thief.

May you stay Forever Young

Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame. I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.

I'm good with songs I haven't written, if I like them. I'm glad I didn't write any of them. I already know how they go, so I have more freedom with them. I understand these songs. I've known them for 40 years, 50 years, maybe longer, and they make a lot of sense. So I'm not coming to them like a stranger.

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.

Everything that I'm saying You can say it just as good