The World Goes On, You Go On

My Dad Was One Of The Reasons I Got Into Rock And Roll, Because I Was Learning The Ropes Of His Business, Which Was Selling Powertools, And I Was Looking For A Way Out From Under His Heel. I Was Like, 'where's The Fun? Where's The Glamour?

They Wouldn't Play My Records On American Radio Because I Had Spiky Hair. They Said, 'punk Rock Doesn't Sell Advertising, It Won't Make Any Money.'

It Doesn't Matter About Money; Having It, Not Having It. Or Having Clothes, Or Not Having Them. You're Still Left Alone With Yourself In The End.

I Think Love's Exciting And Happy, As Well As Being Able To Make You Sad.

I Am Hopelessly Divided Between The Dark And The Good, The Rebel And The Saint, The Sex Maniac And The Monk, The Poet And The Priest, The Demagogue And The Populist. Pen To Paper, I Put It All Down - I'm Out On A Limb Here, So Watch My Back.