Humans Are Stupid. I'm Ashamed To Be

I Don't Blame The Average Seventeen-year-old Punk-rock Kid For Calling Me A Sellout. I Understand That. And Maybe When They Grow Up A Little Bit, They'll Realize There's More Things To Life Than Living Out Your Rock & Roll Identity So Righteously.

Why In The Hell Do Journalists Insist On Coming Up With A Second Rate Freudian Evaluation On My Lyrics When 90% Of The Time They've Transcribed The Lyrics Incorrectly?

Thank You All From The Pit Of My Burning, Nauseous Stomach For Your Letters And Concern During The Past Years.

If You Guys Throw One More Shoe Or One More Coin, I'm Just Going To Leave My Guitar Next To My Amp And There's Going To Be Massive Feed Back For An Hour.

I'm A Spokesman For Myself. It Just So Happens That There's A Bunch Of People That Are Concerned With What I Have To Say. I Find That Frightening At Times Because I'm Just As Confused As Most People. I Don't Have The Answers For Anything.