People Seldom Do What They Believe In.

She Can Play My Guitar Note For Note, She Likes To Stick Her Tongue Down My Throat.

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.

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is In His Pants And The Riot Squad They're Restless They Need Somewhere To Go As Lady And I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row.

We Are Singing Today Of The Wipe-out Gang - The Wipe-out Gang Buys, Owns & Operates The Insanity Factory - If You Do Not Know Where The Insanity Factory Is Located, You Should Hereby Take Two Steps To The Right, Paint Your Teeth & Go To Sleep.

You Can't Imagine Parlor Ballads Drifting Out Of High-rise Multi-towered Buildings. That Kind Of Music Existed In A More Timeless State Of Life.