When Somethin's Not Right It's Wrong.

I Was Burned Out From Exhaustion, Buried In The Hail, Poisoned In The Bushes, Blown Out On The Trail; Hunted Like A Crocodile, Ravaged In The Corn, "come In," She Said, "i'll Give Ya Shelter From The Storm."

If You Can't Lend A Hand, Then Get Out Of The Way.

I'd Been Going Though His Trash. He Knocked Me Down. I Was Glad To See Him, Even Though He Was Banging My Head Against The Sidewalk. Afterwards These Bums Come Over And Say, 'did He Get Much Money?' I Say, 'money'? That Was Bob Dylan.

I've Been Out In Front Of A Dozen Dead Oceans.

He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading Nietzsche And Wilhelm Reich.