...how Many Times Must The Cannon Balls

They Can't Hurt Me. Sure, They Can Crush You And Kill You. They Can Lay You Out On 42nd And Broadway And Put Hoses On You And Flush You In The Sewers And Put You On The Subway And Carry You Out To Coney Island And Bury You On The Ferris Wheel. But I Refuse To Sit Here And Worry About Dying.

I Never Could Guess Your Weight, Baby.

You’re A Cow Give Me Some Milk Or Else Go Home

Witchcraft Scum Exploiting The Dumb Turning Children Into Punks And Slaves.

There Is A House In New Orleans They Call The Rising Sun, And It's Been The Ruin Of Many A Poor Boy And God I Know I'm One.