I Do Know What My Songs Are

How Many Roads Must A Man Walk Down Before Your Can Call Him A Man? . . . The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

On The Stone That Remains Carved Next To His Name, His Epitaph Plain, Only A Pawn In Their Game.

...how Many Times Must The Cannon Balls Fly Before They're Forever Banned?

Every Man's Conscience Is Vile And Depraved / You Cannot Depend On It To Be Your Guide When It’s You Who Must Keep It Satisfied.

He's Hell Bent For Destruction, He's Afraid And Confused, And His Brain Has Been Mismanaged With Great Skill.