My Senses Have Been Stripped, My Hands

Come Writers And Critics Who Prophesize With Your Pen And Keep Your Eyes Wide The Chance Won't Come Again And Don't Speak Too Soon For The Wheel's Still In Spin And There's No Tellin' Who That It's Namin' For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win For The Times They Are A-changin'.

Don't Get Up Gentlemen. I'm Only Passing Through!

The Walls Of Pride Are High And Wide, Can't See Over To The Other Side.

You Don't Count The Dead, When God's On Your Side.

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down, Before You Call Him A Man? How Many Seas Must A White Dove Sail, Before She Sleeps In The Sand? Yes, And How Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly, Before They're Forever Banned?