I've found that giving 100% to your job isn't the same as giving 100% of your life to your job. Very often when I thought I was giving 100% of my life to my job, I was simply obsessing over something.

For the ones who had a notion, A notion deep inside, That it ain't no sin to be glad you're alive I wanna find one face that ain't looking through me I wanna find one place, I wanna spit in the face of these badlands

A great rock band searches for the same kind of combustible force that fueled the expansion of the universe after the big bang. You want the earth to shake and spit fire. You want the sky to split apart and for God to pour out.

You can't be afraid of getting old. Old is good, if you're gathering in life. Our band is good at understanding that equation.

Blame it on the lies that killed us. Blame it on the truth that ran us down.

From the town of Lincoln Nebraska with a sawed off .410 on my lap, through the Badlands of Wyoming I killed everything in my path.

With a chance to make it good somehow, hey, what else can we do now? Except roll down the window, and let the wind blow back your hair.