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.

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

One should never be where one does not belong.

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

Having these colossal accolades and titles, they get in the way.

The walls of pride are high and wide, can't see over to the other side.

"Like a Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] is a kiss-off song like none before or since.