The Strides Of Humanity Are Slow, They

People Like Us Are Unhappy In This World And In The Next, I Guess If We Made It To Heaven, We'd Have To Help Make It Thunder.

We Are Always On Stage, Even When We Are Stabbed In Earnest At The End.

Peace To The Shacks! War On The Palaces!

We Have Not Made The Revolution, The Revolution Has Made Us.

The Statue Of Freedom Has Not Been Cast Yet, The Furnace Is Hot, We Can All Still Burn Our Fingers.