They Won't Give Peace A Chance, That's

When You're Trying To Pass On The Best Of The Stuff You're Culling To What Should Be A Hungry Culture But You Have It Diminished... That's Kind Of Disappointing.

My Heart Is Broken In The Face Of The Stupidity Of My Species.

Rolling Stone Hates Me. They Must Have An Editorial Policy To Do Me In For Many Years.

The Coming Of The Kids Hasn't Come Out In My Art Yet.

Acid, Booze, And Ass, Needles, Guns, And Grass, Lots Of Laughs.