You'll Find God In The Church Of

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Move Your Teeth. You're An Idiot Babe, It's A Wonder That You Still Know How To Breathe.

It Pays To Know Who Your Friends Are But It Also Pays To Know You Ain't Got Any Friends.

You Say You're Looking For Someone Who'll Pick You Up Each Time You Fall, To Gather Flowers Constantly And To Come Each Time You Call, A Lover Your Life And Nothing More. But It Ain't Me, Babe.

Once I Went Into Songwriting, I Figured I Had To - I Couldn't Be A Hellfire Rock 'n' Roller. But I Could Write Hellfire Lyrics.

I Can Be Jubilant One Moment And Pensive The Next, And A Cloud Could Go By And Make That Happen.