All The Money You Made Will Never

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is In His Pants And The Riot Squad They're Restless They Need Somewhere To Go As Lady And I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row.

God Is In Heaven, And We All Want What's His. But Power And Greed And Corruptible Seed Seem To Be All That There Is.

My Father Probably Thought The Capital Of The World Was Wherever He Was At The Time. It Couldn't Possibly Be Anyplace Else. Where He And His Wife Were In Their Own Home, That, For Them, Was The Capital Of The World.

Freedom Just Around The Corner For You, But With The Truth So Far Off, What Good Will It Do?

If You Ever Tell Anyone About Jonah's Sexual Dysfunction, I'll Never Play Music Again.