Families That Live Out In The Suburbs

I Dreamed That I Was Young And Smart, And It Was Not A Waste. I Dreamed That There Was A Point Of Life, And To The Human Race.

There Are Problems In These Times, But None Of Them Are Minei'm Beginning To See The Light

All I Want To Do, Is Write Rock And Roll That You Could Listen To As You Got Older, And It Wouldn't Lose Anything; It Would Be Timeless, In The Subject Matter And The Literacy Of The Lyrics.

Psychologically, It's Better That I Think That I'm Dirt.

I'd Harbored Hopes That The Intelligence That Once Inhabited Novels Or Films Would Ingest Rock. I Was, Perhaps, Wrong.