The World Went Mad And Used Us

For A Long Time I Wasn't Listening To Music, To The Rock And Roll Stuff On The Radio, Because It Would Cause Me To Get Sweaty. It Would Bring Back Memories I Didn't Want To Know About, Or I Would Get That Feeling That I'm Not Alive 'cause I'm Not Making It. And If It Was Good, I Hated It 'cause I Wasn't Doing It. And If It Was Bad, I Was Furious 'cause I Could've Done It Better.

I Am Like A Chameleon, Influenced By Whatever's Going On. If Elvis Can Do It, I Can Do It. If The Everly Brothers Can Do It, Me And Paul Can. Same With Dylan.

I Don't Intend To Be A Performing Flea Any More. I Was The Dreamweaver, But Although I'll Be Around I Don't Intend To Be Running At 20,000 Miles An Hour Trying To Prove Myself. I Don't Want To Die At 40.

My Life With The Beatles Had Become A Trap... I Always Remember To Thank Jesus For The End Of My Touring Days; If I Hadn't Said That The Beatles Were 'bigger Than Jesus' And Upset The Very Christian Ku Klux Klan, Well, Lord, I Might Still Be Up There With All The Other Performing Fleas! God Bless America. Thank You, Jesus.

If [sean] Doesn't See Me A Few Days Or If I'm Really, Really Busy, And I Just Sort Of Get A Glimpse Of Him, Or If I'm Feeling Depressed Without Him Even Seeing Me, He Sort Of Picks Up On It. And He Starts Getting That Way. So I Can No Longer Afford To Have Artistic Depressions. If I Start Wallowing In A Depression, He'll Start Coming Down With Stuff, So I'm Sort Of Obligated To Keep Up. And Sometimes I Can't, Because Something Will Make Me Depressed And Sure As Hell He'll Get A Cold Or Trap His Finger In A Door Or Something, And So Now I Have Sort Of More Reason To Stay Healthy Or Bright.