You Know You Are A Sweet Little

White Collar Conservative Flashin' Down The Street, Pointing That Plastic Finger At Me, Hoping Soon My Kind Will Drop And Die, But I'm Gonna Wave My Freak Flag High.

There'll Be No Smoking In The Gas Chamber.

I Just Hate To Be In One Corner. I Hate To Be Put As Only A Guitar Player, Or Either Only As A Songwriter, Or Only As A Tap Dancer. I Like To Move Around.

I'm The One That's Got To Die When It's Time For Me To Die, So Let Me Live My Life The Way I Want To.

The Way I Write Things, I Just Write Them With A Clash Between Reality And Fantasy Mostly. You Have To Use Fantasy To Show Different Sides Of Reality; It's How It Can Bend.