Death To Me Means Nothing As Long

Cop Comes Down The Street Crazy As A Loon, He Throws Us In Jail For Carrying Harpoons.

You Should Always Take The Best From The Past, Leave The Worst Back There And Go Forward Into The Future.

I Saw Ten Thousand Talkers Whose Tongues Were All Broken, I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children, And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall.

You’re A Cow Give Me Some Milk Or Else Go Home

That's Another Way Of Writing A Song, Of Course. Just Talking To Somebody That Ain't There. That's The Best Way. That's The Truest Way. Then It Just Becomes A Question Of How Heroic Your Speech Is. To Me, It's Something To Strive After.