All my lyrics are open to interpretation by the individual and imply many different meanings, therefore their relevance is purely subjective.

Existence is.. well.. what does it matter? I exist on the best terms I can. The past is now part of my future. The present is well out of hand.

Reality is only a term, based on values and well worn principles, whereas the dream goes on forever.

I struggle between what I know is right in my own mind, and some warped truthfulness as seen through other people's eyes who have no heart, and can't see the difference anyway.

When routine bites hard, and ambitions are low. When resentment rides high, but emotion won't grow...and we're changing our ways, taking different roads. Love will tear us apart.

We're changing our ways, taking different roads, and love will tear us apart again.

I used to work in a factory and I was really happy because I could daydream all day.

Pictures all around, of how good a life should be, a model for the rest, that bred insecurity, I walked a jagged line and then came back for more, it's always in my mind, an institution with no law.

Well, subconsciously I suppose some things must stick but I'm not influenced consciously by them.

Love, love will tear us apart, again.

I like the groups on Factory, A Certain Ratio and Section 25. I

It's only after the change is fully formed that you can see what's happened.

The secret to leadership is not to be a particularly intelligent person. It is to surround oneself with those far smarter than oneself. And try not to kill them.

You know and I know that the country is celebrating one hundred years of freedom one hundred years too early. We cannot be free until they are free.

The best defence against mafia business is full declaration of assets and incomes.

You can't really compare people. That's one of the biggest lessons I've learned, because comparing yourself to someone else really stops you from being who you are.

The U.S. government has a technology, called a printing press (or, today, its electronic equivalent), that allows it to produce as many U.S. dollars as it wishes at essentially no cost.

Pandaemonium was inhabited by creatures quite convinved that the great Satan had their best interests at heart. Poor little devils.

I'm still trying to be a kid. I really don't want to feel like an adult.

Remember that nothing is so damaging to self-esteem as waiting for a telephone or door-bell that doesn't ring.

If the other guy is getting better, then you'd better be getting better faster than the other guy is getting better... or you're getting worse.