Passion Is A Young Man's Game. Young

I'm In Love With My Second Cousin.

It Wouldn't Kill You To Stay The Night Anyway.

They Kill People Here Who Stand Up For Their Rights The System's Just Too Damned Corrupt It's Always The Same, The Name Of The Game Is Who Do You Know Higher Up

If You Wanted To, It Would Be Easy To Find Some Crappy Lyrics [of Bob Dylan] From The Eighties To Undermine The Nobel Prize.

You've Got To Lose Your Passion For Dumbness.