Click Bang, What A Hang,

Manic Depression's Touching My Soul. I Know What I Want, But I Just Don't Know How To Go About Getting It.

If There's A New Idea, A New Invention, Or A New Gas, Or A New Whatever You Know, It Should Be Brought At Least Into The Open Instead Of Carrying These Same Old Burdens Around With You.

The Time I Burned My Guitar It Was Like A Sacrifice. You Sacrifice The Things You Love. I Love My Guitar.

Spiritually, It's Always There. It Gets Better And Better All The Time. One Of These Days I'll Just Finally Release All That Out.

Imagination Is The Key To My Lyrics. The Rest Is Painted With A Little Science Fiction.