Your Inside Is Out And

I Don't Believe In Yesterday, By The Way.

All Kids Draw And Write Poetry And Everything, And Some Of Us Last Until We're About Eighteen, But Most Drop Off At About Twelve When Some Guy Comes Up And Says, "you're No Good." That's All We Get Told All Our Lives. "you Haven't Got The Ability. You're A Cobbler." It Happened To All Of Us, But If Somebody Had Told Me All My Life, "yeah, You're A Great Artist," I Would Have Been A More Secure Person.

Please Don't Wake Me, No, Don't Shake Me, Leave Me Where I Am, I'm Only Sleeping.

We're More Popular Than Jesus Now; I Don't Know Which Will Go First, Rock 'n' Roll Or Christianity.

I'm Not Really A Career Person; I'm A Gardener, Basically.