I’m sorry for breaking down when I should’ve been stitching myself back up
A lot of bands whine about the road and how tough it is.
I have this theory, bands with enigmatic lyrics attract crazies.
Jack, be nimble, Jack, be quickJill’s a little whore and her alibis are dirty tricks
Bah-Bah-black sheep, have you any soul?No sir, by the way, what the hell are morals?
Even the bands I dig don’t have a history of attaining mass consumption.
It’s impossible to compare two bands. It would be like comparing two lovers.
All the classic bands that have been around forever, they came up gradually.
I’d been bumming around in bands since my school days.
I loved hard-rock bands, and I loved songwriters who told stories.
You really fucked me up this time for good, even though you didn’t mean to
Oh, the truth I must tellIs I’m lonely as hellStill looking for myself
I wouldn’t know any newer bands. We’re past the pimple stage.