Mama's In The Factory, She Ain't Got

I Used To Think It's Better If You Just Live And Die And No One Knows Who You Are.

Just Because You Like My Stuff Doesn't Mean I Owe You Anything.

I Don't Know If I Call Myself A Poet Or Not. I Would Like To, But I'm Not Really Qualified To Make That Decision, Because I Come In On Such A Back Door, That I Don't Know What A Robert Frost Or A [john] Keats Or A T.s. Eliot Would Really Think Of My Stuff.

I Been Meek, And Hard Like An Oak, I Seen Pretty People Disappear Like Smoke. Friends Will Arrive, Friends Will Disappear. If You Want Me, Honey Baby, I'll Be Here.

You Can Have Your Youth It'll Rot Before Your Eyes