With An Iron-clad Fist, I

When Johnny Cash Died, ... I Picked Up My Guitar And Got The Idea That Bob Dylan Was The Last Man Standing, The Last Of The Real Gods. It Was For Dylan, Cash, Lennon, Elvis That's What I Was Thinking.

You Think You Know Me Just Because You Know My Name, Think You've Seen Me 'cause You've Seen Every Line On My Face.

I Would Kick This Bad World's Ass If I Could Just Get On My Feet

I Was Just Another Long-haired Teenage Kid With Visions Of Grandeur, Strumming A Tennis Racket Or A Broom In Front Of His Bedroom Mirror.

I Walk These Streets, A Loaded Six String On My Back I Play For Keeps, 'cause I Might Not Make It Back; I Been Everywhere, And I'm Standing Tall I've Seen A Million Faces An I've Rocked Them All.