"like A Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan]

I Gotta Friend Who Spends His Life, Stabbing My Picture With A Bowie Knife. Dreams Of Strangling Me With A Scarf, When My Name Comes Up He Pretends To Barf.

I See The Turning Of The Page, Curtain Rising On A New Age, See The Groom Still Waiting At The Altar.

All This Talk About Equality. The Only Thing People Really Have In Common Is That They Are All Going To Die.

In This Ocean Of Hours I'm All The Time Drinking.

He Swift Don't Win The Race. It Goes To The Worthy, Who Can Divide The Word Of Truth.