I Didn't Know How To Deal With

I'd Like To Live Off The Band, But If Not, I'll Just Retire To Mexico Or Yugoslavia With A Few Hundred Dollars, Grow Potatoes, And Learn The History Of Rock Through Back Issues Of Creem Magazine.

My Songs Have Always Been Frustrating Themes, Relationships That I've Had. And Now That I'm In Love, I Expect It To Be Really Happy, Or At Least There Won't Be Half As Much Anger As There Was.

I Will Get Stoned And Worship Satan.

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?

Vadalism: Beautiful As A Rock In A Cop's Face.