Bob Has Never Written A Bad Song.

To Preach Of Peace And Brotherhood, Oh What Might Be The Cost? A Man He Did It Long Ago, And They Hung Him On A Cross.

Nobody Has Ever Taught You How To Live On The Street.

You Never Turned Around To See The Frowns On The Jugglers And The Clowns When They All Did Tricks For You.

City's Just A Jungle; More Games To Play Trapped In The Heart Of It, Tryin' To Get Away I Was Raised In The Country, I Been Workin' In The Town I Been In Trouble Ever Since I Set My Suitcase Down

I Make My Stand And Remain As I Am, And Bid Farewell And Not Give A Damn.