All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.
My big fear was that my guitar would go out of tune.
People don't live or die, people just float.
Every man's conscience is vile and depraved / You cannot depend on it to be your guide when it’s you who must keep it satisfied.
How many times must a man look up, before he can see the sky?
When you got nothin' / You got nothin' to lose.
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.
It may look like I'm moving but I'm standing still.
How many times have you heard someone say If I had his money I'd do things my way Hmm, but little they know Hmm, it's so hard to find One rich man in ten with a satisfied mind.
I saw guns and sharp swords in the hands of young children.
The man in the coon skin cap in the pig pen wants eleven dollar bills, you've only got ten.
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.
But now we got weapons Of the chemical dust If fire them we're forced to Then fire them we must One push of the button And a shot the world wide And you never ask questions When God's on your side
The cards are no good that your are holding unless you're from another world.
It ain't my cup of meat.
I'm one too many mornings, and a thousand miles behind.
Don't think twice, it's alright.
The battle outside raging will soon shake your windows and rattle your walls.
Warlords of sorrow and queens of tomorrow will offer their heads for a prayer. You can't find no salvation, you have no expectations anytime, anyplace, anywhere.
The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.
The whole world's a bottle, And life's but a dram, When the bottle gets empty, It sure ain't worth a damn.
And it's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard, It's a hard rain gonna fall.
There's been rumors of war and wars that have been The meaning of life has been lost in the wind And some people thinkin' that the end is close by 'Stead of learnin' to live they are learnin' to die
Every day is the same thing out the door Feel further away then ever before Some things in life, it gets too late to learn Well, I'm lost somewhere I must have made a few bad turns
"America was founded on the backs of slaves."
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