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've never been able to understand the seriousness of it all, the seriousness of pride. People talk, act, live as if they're never going to die. And what do they leave behind? Nothing. Nothing but a mask.

How many roads must a man walk down.. Before you can call him a Man.

Mothers tell your children not to do the things I have done, to spend my life in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun.

If there's an original thought out there, I could use one right now.

Just because you like my stuff doesn't mean I owe you anything.

I got this grave yard woman.