I've Got Two Families.

The Turn I Made Was Not The One I Planned. And I Watched My Social Standing Slip Away From Me, While I Watched The Bottle Slowly Take Command.

We're Bar Room Buddies And We're The Best Kind, Nobody Messes With That Friend Of Mine. Chug-a-lug-a-lug-a-lugga, Bar Room Buddy Of Mine.

I Don't Think There's Ever Been A Friendly Divorce.

There's Two Or Three Kids Out There Trying To Make Good Music, And The Rest Of Them Sound Like It's Been Strained Through Some Kind Of White Toast Or Something. It All Sounds Just Too Neat And Perfect, With No Surprise To It At All. No Story, No Nothing. It's Like Building Cars, Like An Assembly Line. It Doesn't Sound Like Anything That Came From A Guitar.

To Be Part Of What You're Singing About Is Somewhat Painful. You've Got To Climb Inside It All.