Things Are Rough All Over.

I Guess I Just Couldn't See Standing There -- Alive, Talking, Thinking, Breathing, Being -- One Second, And Dead The Next. It Really Bothered Me. Death By Violence Isn't The Same As Dying Any Other Way, Accident Or Disease Or Old Age. It Just Ain't The Same.

California Is Like A Beautiful Wild Kid On Heroin, High As A Kite And Thinking She's On Top Of The World, Not Knowing She's Dying, Not Believing It Even If You Show Her The Marks.

There Isn't Any Real Good Reason For Fighting Except Self-defense.

You Get Tough Like Me And You Don't Get Hurt. You Look Out For Yourself And Nothin' Can Touch You.

I Learned That If You Want To Get Somewhere, You Just Make Up Your Mind And Work Like Hell Til You Get There.