God, I'm Glad I'm Not

Obscenity, Who Really Cares. Propaganda, All Is Phony.

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.

Maybe In The 90s Or Possibly In The Next Century People Will Look Upon The 80s As The Age Of Masturbation, When It Was Taken To The Limit; That Might Be All That's Going On Right Now In A Big Way.

Mama's In The Factory, She Ain't Got No Shoes. Daddy's In The Alley, He's Looking For Food.

I Need All Kinds Of Songs - Fast Ones, Slow Ones, Minor Key, Ballads, Rumbas - And They All Get Juggled Around During A Live Show. I've Been Trying For Years To Come Up With Songs That Have The Feeling Of A Shakespearean Drama, So I'm Always Starting With That.