It Made Me High. It Really Did.

Well, I Don't Want To Be King, I Want To Be Real.

No Short-haired, Yellow-bellied, Son Of Tricky Dicky Is Gonna Mother Hubbard Soft Soap Me With Just A Pocketful Of Soap.

I Used To Say To My Auntie, 'you Throw My Fu*kin' Poetry Out, And You'll Regret It When I'm Famous,' And She Threw The Bast*rd Stuff Out. I Never Forgave Her For Not Treating Me Like A Fu*kin' Genius Or Whatever I Was When I Was A Child.

I Was Trying To Say Something About Christianity, The Idea That You Have To Be Tortured To Attain Heaven. I Didn't Believe That.

[lsd] Went On For Years. I Must Have Had A Thousand Trips. I Used To Just Eat It All The Time.