If you want to get your soul to heaven, trust in me. Don't judge or question. You are broken now, but faith can heal you. Just do everything I tell you to do.

My soul has painted like the wings of butterflies, Fairy tales of yesterday will grow but never die, I can fly, my friends.

When the punk thing came along and I heard my friends saying, I hate these people with the pins in their ears. I said, Thank God, something got their attention.

Oh Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz? My friends all drive Porsches, I must make amends. Worked hard all my lifetime, no help from my friends. So Lord, won't you buy me a Mercedes Benz?

One of the songs I wrote while living there was called 'Tearing Us Apart,' which was about 'the committee,' the group of Pattie's friends whom I now blamed for coming between us.

My dream was to not get a day job but to sleep, wake up and do my music. I want to keep that dream forever.