This Machine Kills Fascists.

Now As Through This World I Ramble, I See Lots Of Funny Men, Some Rob You With A Six Gun, And Some With A Fountain Pen.

I Worked In Your Orchards Of Peaches And Prunes. I Slept On The Ground In The Light Of The Moon. On The Edge Of The City You'll See Us And Then, We Come With The Dust And We Go With The Wind.

I Better Quit My Talking 'cause I Told You All I Know But Please Remember, Pardner, Wherever You May Go The People Are Building A Peaceful World, And When The Job Is Done, That'll Be The Biggest Thing That Man Has Ever Done.

If You Walk Across My Camera I Will Flash The World Your Story.

I Hate A Song That Makes You Think That You Are Not Any Good. I Hate A Song That Makes You Think That You Are Just Born To Lose. Bound To Lose. No Good To Nobody. No Good For Nothing. Because You Are Too Old Or Too Young Or Too Fat Or Too Slim Too Ugly Or Too This Or Too That.