Now you wear your skin like iron

What I do is between me and the Lord, to examine and possibly alter the state of grace in which I live, and thereby the state of grace of anybody who listens.

Now the dark air is like fire on my skin, And even the moonlight is blinding

Im the mold that grunge was grown in.

Well I was born a rambler friends, and I intend to die that way. It could be twenty years from now it could be most any day. But if there ain't no whiskey and wimen lord behind those heavenly doors, I'm gonna take my chances down below and of that you can be sure.

I'd like to write some songs that are so good that nobody understands them. Not even myself.

There are only two kinds of songs; there's the blues, and there's zip-a-dee-doo-dah.