He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading

If I Could Have Any Job In The World, I'd Start Out By Writing A Blog On Wired.com.

If You Don't Have To Write Songs, Why Write Them? I've Got Enough Where I Don't Really Feel The Urge To Write Anything Additional.

What Good Are Fans? You Can't Eat Applause For Breakfast. You Can't Sleep With It.

You Swore You'd Never Compromise With The Mystery Tramp, But Now You Realise He's Not Selling Any Alibis As You Stare Into The Vacuum Of His Eyes And Say, Do You Want To Make A Deal How Does It Feel

In This Age Of Fiberglass, I'm Searching For A Gem.