Crimson flames tied through my ears Rollin' high and mighty traps Pounced with fire on flaming roads Using ideas as my maps "We'll meet on edges, soon," said I Proud 'neath heated brow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now. Half-wracked prejudice leaped forth "Rip down all hate," I screamed Lies that life is black and white Spoke from my skull. I dreamed Romantic facts of musketeers Foundationed deep, somehow. Ah, but I was so much older then, I'm younger than that now.

We all like motorcycles to some degree.

Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.

Here's the thing with me and the religious thing. This is the flat-out truth: I find the religiosity and philosophy in the music. I don't find it anywhere else.

I think I have a dualistic nature.

When you got nothing, you got nothin' to lose You're invisible now, you got no secrets to conceal.

The times they are a-changing.