Sunlight Will Renew Your Pride.

My Name Had Gone Stale, And No Matter How Progressive I Got, It Was My Time To Die.

Some Get The Gravy, Some Get The Gristle.

Give Me Spots On My Apples, But Leave Me The Birds And The Bees, Please.

America Is In A Runaway-train Position And Dragging All The World With It. It's Grotesquely Mentally Ill.

I Didn't Think I Had Much Of A Following In The South. I Thought I Was Anonymous Down There So I Kept To The South. But I Found In Certain Pockets That I Was Quite Recognizable And I Just Hit A Wig Store.