Acid, Booze, And Ass, Needles,

Oh, I Am A Lonely Painter / I Live In A Box Of Paints.

You Can Give Me 400,000 Hostile People And I Won't Even Break Sweat. If You Give Me 200 Adoring People, My Mouth Will Dry Out.

You've Got To Shake Your Fists At Lightning Now, You've Got To Roar Like Forest Fire You've Got To Spread Your Light Like Blazes All Across The Sky They're Going To Aim The Hoses On You, Show 'em You Won't Expire Not Till You Burn Up Every Passion, Not Even When You Die Come On Now, You've Got To Try, If You're Feeling Contempt, Well Then You Tell It If You're Tired Of The Silent Night, Jesus, Well Then You Yell It Condemned To Wires And Hammers, Strike Every Chord That You Feel That Broken Trees And Elephant Ivories Conceal

I Don't Know How To Sell Out. If I Tried To Sell Out I Don't Think I Could.

I Came Through Folk Music Simply Because It Was Easy To Get Into It.