Witchcraft Scum Exploiting The Dumb Turning Children

I Think A Poet Is Anybody Who Wouldn't Call Himself A Poet.

I Just Don't Hear Anyone Else Making The Music I'm Making In My Head, So I'll Have To Do It Myself.

Look At The Sun Sinkin' Like A Ship. Ain't That Just Like My Heart, Babe. When You Kissed My Lips?

You Use To Ride On The Chrome Horse With Your Diplomat, Who Carried On His Shoulder A Siamese Cat.

The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.