My Teacher Asked Me What I Want

You're Born In Pain And Pain Is What We're In Most Of The Time. And I Think That The Bigger The Pain, The More Gods We Need.

We Are All Christ And Hitler. Yoko And I Want Christ To Win.

These Critics With The Illusions They've Created About Artists - It's Like Idol Worship. They Only Like People When They're On Their Way Up... I Cannot Be On The Way Up Again.

We've Learned Over The Years That If We Wanted We Could Write Anything That Just Felt Good Or Sounded Good And It Didn't Necessarily Have To Have Any Particular Meaning To Us. As Odd As It Seemed To Us, Reviewers Would Take It Upon Themselves To Interject Their Own Meanings On Our Lyrics. Sometimes We Sit And Read Other People's Interpretations Of Our Lyrics And Think, 'hey, That's Pretty Good.' If We Liked It, We Would Keep Our Mouths Shut And Just Accept The Credit As If It Was What We Meant All Along.

Of Course It's Difficult To Know What The Workers Are Really Thinking Because The Capitalist Press Always Only Quotes Mouthpieces Like Vic Feather Anyway.