You hurt the ones that I love best and cover up the truth with lies. One day you'll be in the ditch, flies buzzin' around your eyes.
One was Texas medicine, the other was just railroad gin, and like a fool I mixed them.
It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.
Remember when you're out there trying to heal the sick, that you must always first forgive them.
I saw him making love to you, you forgot to close the garage door.
I was down in the sewer with some little lover.
Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us, he's content when you're under his thumb. Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him, to survive it you play deaf and dumb.
Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.
Obscenity, who really cares. Propaganda, all is phony.
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed.
You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.
The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.
They're selling postcards of the hanging.
Madonna, she still has not showed, we see this empty cage now corrode, where her cape of the stage once had flowed, the fiddler he now steps to the road, on the back of the fish truck that loads, while my conscience explodes.
How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand?
I was lookin' high an' low for them Reds everywhere, I was lookin' in the sink an' underneath the chair. I looked way up my chimney hole, I even looked deep inside my toilet bowl.
Don't wanna marry nobody, if they're already married.
She took off her wheel, took off her bell, took off her wig, said, how do I smell? I hot footed it barenaked out the window.
You say you're looking for someone who'll pick you up each time you fall, to gather flowers constantly and to come each time you call, a lover your life and nothing more. But it ain't me, babe.
God is in heaven, and we all want what's his. But power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is.
Crimson flames tied through my ears rolling high and mighty traps, pounced with fire on flaming roads using ideas as my maps.
Is your money that good, will it buy you forgiveness?
If I had the stars from the darkest night and the diamonds from the deepest ocean, I'd forsake them all for your sweet kiss, for that's all I'm wishin' to be ownin'.
Wiggle 'til you're high, wiggle 'til you're higher, wiggle 'til you vomit fire.
Gold will never free your father, the price, my dear, is you instead.
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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