Wiggle 'til You're High, Wiggle

My Songs Are Personal Music, They're Not Communal. I Wouldn't Want People Singing Along With Me. It Would Sound Funny. I'm Not Playing Campfire Meetings. I Don't Remember Anyone Singing Along With Elvis, Carl Perkins Or Little Richard.

I'm Used To Writing Songs And Songs-i Can Fill Em Up With Symbolism And Metaphors. When You Write A Book (chronicles, Vol. 1), You Gotta Tell The Truth, And It Can't Be Misinterpreted.

For Whose Sake Did You Live, For Whose Sake Did You Die? Forgive Me, Baby, For What I Didn't Do.

If You Wanted To, It Would Be Easy To Find Some Crappy Lyrics [of Bob Dylan] From The Eighties To Undermine The Nobel Prize.

I've Never Been Able To Understand The Seriousness Of It All, The Seriousness Of Pride. People Talk, Act, Live As If They're Never Going To Die. And What Do They Leave Behind? Nothing. Nothing But A Mask.