Good and bad, I define these terms, quite clear, no doubt, somehow.

Back seat drivers don’t know the feel of the wheel but they sho’ know how to make a fuss" Bob Dylan/Bonnie Raitt, “Let’s Keep It Between Us,” 1982

I don't usually purge myself by writing anything about any type of quote, so-called, relationships.

No reason to get excited,' the thief, he kindly spoke, There are many here among us who feel that life is but a joke.

Money doesn't talk, it swears.

Let me feel your love one more time before I abandon it.

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.