If it was up to me, there wouldn't be no such thing as the establishment.

Even Castles made of sand, fall into the sea, eventually.

Hey motor cycle mama, you gonna marry me?

You have to give people something to dream on.

I've been imitated so well I've heard people copy my mistakes.

Please pass me the peace weed, and take some heed. Throw away all that mixed up speed.

I guess it would be if I wanted to, just lay back and predominantly write songs when I can't go on a stage anymore.