It's Very Tiring Having Other People Tell

I Like Fidel Castro And His Beard.

The Good Samaritan, He's Getting Dressed, He's Getting Ready For The Show. He's Going To The Carnival Tonight On Desolation Row.

The Enemy Is Subtle, How Be It We Are So Deceived, When Truth's In Our Hearts And We Still Don't Believe.

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

I Never Wanted To Be A Prophet Or A Saviour. Elvis Maybe