I Want To Thank You My Sweet

The Time I Burned My Guitar It Was Like A Sacrifice. You Sacrifice The Things You Love. I Love My Guitar.

Imagination Is The Key To My Lyrics. The Rest Is Painted With A Little Science Fiction.

I'm Up Here In This Womb, I'm Looking All Around. We'll, I'm Looking Out My Belly Button Window And I See A Whole Lot Of Frowns.

If There's A New Idea, A New Invention, Or A New Gas, Or A New Whatever You Know, It Should Be Brought At Least Into The Open Instead Of Carrying These Same Old Burdens Around With You.

To Be With The Others, You Have To Have Your Hair Short And Wear Ties. So We're Trying To Make A Third World Happen, You Know What I Mean?