When Somethin's Not Right It's Wrong.

They Can't Hurt Me. Sure, They Can Crush You And Kill You. They Can Lay You Out On 42nd And Broadway And Put Hoses On You And Flush You In The Sewers And Put You On The Subway And Carry You Out To Coney Island And Bury You On The Ferris Wheel. But I Refuse To Sit Here And Worry About Dying.

My Songs Were Influenced Not So Much By Poetry On The Page But By Poetry Being Recited By The Poets Who Recited Poems With Jazz Bands.

She Had Bullets In Her Eyes And They Fired.

And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain Gonna Fall.

Inside The Museum Infinity Goes Up On Trial. Voices Echo, 'this Is What Salvation Must Be Like After A While.' But Mona Lisa Must Have Had The Highway Blues; You Can Tell By The Way She Smiles.