I Got My Own Way Of Praying.

I Don't Know, My Music Has Always Just Come From Where The Wind Blew Me. Like Where I'm At During A Particular Moment In Time.

Way Up In The Nosebleeds We Watched Him On The Screen, They'd Hung Between The Billboards So Cheaper Seats Could See.

A Rebel Without A Clue.

The Music Has To Be Affordable. It's The Common Man That Keeps It Going, And If You Price It Out Of His Realm, It Becomes A Thing Of The Elite.

You Belong Somewhere You Feel Free.