It's Hard To Speculate What Tomorrow May

I Was Sick Of The Way My Lyrics Had Been Extrapolated, Their Meanings Subverted Into Polemics And That I Had Been Anointed As The Big Bubba Of Rebellion, High Priest Of Protest, The Duke Of Disobedience, Leader Of The Freeloaders, Kaiser Of Apostasy, Archbishop Of Anarchy, The Big Cheese. Horrible Titles Any Way You Want To Look At It. All Code Words For Outlaw.

I Don't Really Have A Retirement Plan.

I March In The Parade Of Liberty But As Long As I Love You I’m Not Free How Long Must I Suffer Such Abuse Won’t You Let Me See You Smile One Time Before I Turn You Loose?

You Call Yourself What You Want To Call Yourself. This Is The Land Of The Free.

Beauty Walks A Razors Edge, Someday I'll Make It Mine.