Now those memories come back to haunt me they haunt me like a curse.

If they had told me I was the janitor and would have to mop up and clean the toilets after the show in order to play, I probably would have done it.

At the end of every hard day, people find some reason to believe.

Poor man wanna be rich, rich man wanna be king, and a king ain't satisfied until he rules everything.

There is a real patriotism underneath the best of my music but it is a critical, questioning and often angry patriotism.

An unfulfilled life makes a hard man.

Is there anybody alive out there?