Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

There Ought To Be A Law About You Coming Around.

They Kill People Here Who Stand Up For Their Rights The System's Just Too Damned Corrupt It's Always The Same, The Name Of The Game Is Who Do You Know Higher Up

Well, It's Always Been My Nature To Take Chances My Right Hand Drawing Back While My Left Hand Advances

Who Am I Helping, What Am I Breaking, What Am I Giving, What Am I Taking?

How Many Times Must A Man Look Up Before He Can See The Sky? Yes, 'n' How Many Ears Must One Man Have Before He Can Hear People Cry? Yes, 'n' How Many Deaths Will It Take Till He Knows That Too Many People Have Died? The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.