Most Fear Stems From Sin; To Limit

Music, Not Sex, Got Me Aroused.

I Hope To Refine Music, Study It, Try To Find Some Area That I Can Unlock. I Don't Quite Know How To Explain It But It's There. These Can't Be The Only Notes In The World, There's Got To Be Other Notes Some Place, In Some Dimension, Between The Cracks On The Piano Keys.

Are Thing Really Gettin' Better Like The Newspaper Said/what Else Is New My Friend, Besides What I Read/can't Find No Work, Can't Find No Job My Friend/money Is Tighter Than It's Ever Been/say Man, I Just Don't Understand/what's Going On Across This Land

I'm Hooked My Friend To The Boy Who Makes Slaves Out Of Men, And Oh Believe Me, Flying High In A Friendly Sky.

I Am Not Going To Be Dictated To By Fans, Certainly. I Am Dictated Enough To By My Record Company To Last Me A Million Years.