Dead Man, Dead Man When Will You

There's Only One Day At A Time Here, Then It's Tonight And Then Tomorrow Will Be Today Again.

Shedding Off One More Layer Of Skin, Keeping One Step Ahead Of The Persecutor Within.

Well The Lone Ranger And Tonto, They Are Riding Down The Line Fixing Everybody's Troubles, Everybody Except Mine.

Feeling Funny In My Mind, Lord I Believe I'm Fixing To Die Well, I Don't Mind Dying But I Hate To Leave My Children Crying Well, I Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Sure Seems Lonesome, Lord, When The Sun Goes Down

"subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] Captures, In Word-salad Format, Life In An Encroaching Police State.