New York Was A City Where You

Come You Masters Of War You That Build All The Guns You That Build The Death Planes You That Build The Big Bombs You That Hide Behind Walls You That Hide Behind Desks I Just Want You To Know I Can See Through Your Masks.

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

You I Am Sure Will Forgive Me For Sincerely Remarking That You Might Curb Your Magnanimity And Be More Of An Artist, And 'load Every Rift' Of Your Subject With Ore.

...don't Criticize What You Can't Understand, Your Sons And Your Daughters Are Beyond Your Command.

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.