I Don't Think Punk Ever Really Dies,

They Wouldn't Play My Records On American Radio Because I Had Spiky Hair. They Said, 'punk Rock Doesn't Sell Advertising, It Won't Make Any Money.'

The World Goes On, You Go On And You Change. You Want To Show The Fans Those Changes, And You Want To Be Able To Verbalize Them.

We Want Flesh, Flesh For Fantasy.

Elvis A Fight The Dying Light, Johnny Ray He's Always Crying.

I Am Hopelessly Divided Between The Dark And The Good, The Rebel And The Saint, The Sex Maniac And The Monk, The Poet And The Priest, The Demagogue And The Populist. Pen To Paper, I Put It All Down - I'm Out On A Limb Here, So Watch My Back.