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America Was Founded On The Backs Of Slaves.

Patriotism Is The Last Refuge To Which A Scoundrel Clings.

The Executioner's Face Is Always Well Hidden.

I Was Lingering Out On The Pavement. There Was A Missing Person Inside Of Myself And I Needed To Find Him . . . I Felt Done For, An Empty Burned-out Wreck . . . Wherever I Am, I'm A '60s Troubadour, A Folk-rock Relic, A Wordsmith From Bygone Days, A Fictitious Head Of State From A Place Nobody Knows.

Inside The Museum Infinity Goes Up On Trial. Voices Echo, 'this Is What Salvation Must Be Like After A While.' But Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.