I would say I'd rather dig a ditch, you know, do hard, manual labor than write lyrics.
It's funny, I remember doing the Johnny Carson show, and, uh, I couldn't afford my rent.
I'm on this search trying to figure out exactly who I am and what I have to say to people.
Be true to yourself, and, um, don't worry about some large companies' quarterly profit index.
Ophelia was a cyclone, tempest a god damned hurricane your common sense your best defense lay wasted and in vain.
Have I been blind, have I been lost, inside myself and my own mind; hypnotized, mesmerized, by what my eyes have seen?