I Wouldn't Say I Was

I Always Was A Rebel...but On The Other Hand, I Wanted To Be Loved And Accepted...and Not Just Be A Loudmouth, Lunatic, Poet, Musician. But I Cannot Be What I Am Not.

Now, In The Sixties We Were Naive, Like Children. Everybody Went Back To Their Rooms And Said 'we Didn't Get A Wonderful World Of Just Flowers And Peace And Happy Chocolate, And It Won't Be Just Pretty And Beautiful All The Time,' And Just Like Babies Everyone Went Back To Their Rooms And Sulked. 'we're Going To Stay In Our Rooms And Play Rock And Roll And Not Do Anything Else, Because The World's A Nasty Horrible Place, Because It Didn't Give Us Everything We Cried For.' Right? Crying For It Wasn't Enough.

When You're Thirty-five, You Can't Take As Much Booze ... And I Always Got A Little Violent On Drink...so It Was Kind Of Self-destructive Suicide Side Of Me, Which Is Resolving Itself For The Better, I Believe, Because I Never Enjoyed It.

Tell The Truth And Make It Rhyme

I Always Read The Papers, The Political Bits.