This Machine Kills Fascists.

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.

It's Round The World I've Traveled; It's Round The World I've Roamed; But I've Yet To See An Outlaw Drive A Family From Its Home

My Eyes Has Been My Camera Taking Pictures Of The World And My Songs Has Been My Messages That I Tried To Scatter Across The Back Sides And Along The Steps Of The Fire Escapes And On The Window Sills And Through The Dark Halls.

Some Men Rob You With A Six-gun -- Others Rob You With A Fountain Pen.

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.