Fear Is The Enemy Of Logic. There

Rock N' Roll Is The Most Disgusting Form Of Expression, It's Brutal, Malefic, A Pestilential Aphrodisiac, The Preferred Music Of The Delinquents Of The Earth.

You Gotta Love Livin', Baby, 'cause Dyin' Is A Pain In The Ass.

And Now The End Is Near, And So I Face The Final Curtain.

Most Of What Has Been Written About Me Is One Big Blur, But I Do Remember Being Described In One Simple Word That I Agree With. It Was In A Piece That Tore Me Apart For My Personal Behavior, But The Writer Said That When The Music Began And I Started To Sing, I Was "honest."

For Years I've Nursed A Secret Desire To Spend The Fourth Of July In A Double Hammock With A Swingin' Redheaded Broad. But I Could Never Find Me A Double Hammock