You Don't Have To Be Afraid Of

He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid And Confused, And His Brain Has Been Mismanaged With Great Skill.

I Gave Her My Heart But She Wanted My Soul.

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

Johnny's In The Basement Mixing Up The Medicine I'm On The Pavement Thinking 'bout The Government.

We Shouldn't Confuse Singers And Performers With Actors. Actors Will Say, "my Character This, And My Character That." Like Beating A Dead Horse. Who Cares About The Character? Just Get Up And Act. You Don't Have To Explain It To Me.