I did write a letter to the archdiocese who'd banned the song, Only the Good Die Young, asking them to ban my next record.
The 60s passed and faded and I grew older, and in 1987 bought a house in upstate New York, and it turned out that John Brown was buried down the road from my house and that he had lived there longer than anywhere else and his house was still standing.
As soon as war is declared it will be impossible to hold the poets back. Rhyme is still the most effective drum.

