All My Friends Are So Small Town.

There's A Young Man In A T-shirt Listening To A Rock And Roll Station. He's Got Greasy Hair, Greasy Smile, He Says, Lord This Must Be My Destination.

Mama, Why Do I Always Fall For The Crazy Ones?

Turning Music Into Digital Was Just A Con, A Record-company Con.

Check It Out, Forgot To Say Hello To My Neighbors. Check It Out, Sometimes I Question My Own Behavior.

The Dust To Which This Flesh Shall Return, It Is The Ancient Dreaming Dust Of God.