All that foreign oil controlling American soil.

Take me on a trip upon your magic swirling ship.

I'm mortified to be on the stage, but then again, it's the only place where I'm happy.

Look out your window, and I'll be gone. You're the reason I'm a-traveling on.

The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.

Shakespeare's last play was called The Tempest. It wasn't called just plain Tempest. The name of my record is just plain Tempest. It's two different titles.

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.