It was better to be in chains with friends than in a garden with strangers. [An ancient Persian proverb.] So true, huh?

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.

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.

It's like going out to the desert and screaming and then having little kids throw their sandbox at you. I'm only 24.

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.

I've never written a political song. Songs can't save the world. I've gone through all that.

Can you please crawl out your window? Use your arms and your legs, it won't ruin you