I was always concerned with writing to my age at a particular moment. That was the way I would keep faith with the audience that supported me as I went along.

Until I realized that rock music was my connection to the rest of the human race, I felt like I was dying, for some reason, and I didn't know why.

When I die throw my body in the back and drive me to the junk yard in my Cadillac.

Your spoken voice is a part of it - not a big part of it, but it's something. It puts people at ease, and once again kind of reaches out and makes a bridge for what's otherwise difficult music.

Madman drummers, bummers, Indians in the summer with a teenage diplomat. In the dumps with the mumps as the adolescent pumps his way into his hat.

You're born into this life paying for the sins of somebody else's past.

Out of our way mister, you best keep.