You Don't Count The Dead, When God's

It Will Scramble Your Head And Drag Your Brain About, Sometimes You Gotta Do Like Elvis Did And Shoot The Damn Thing Out.

He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.

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.

Money Doesn't Exist Because I Don't Recognize It.

There Doesn't Seem To Be Any Tomorrow. Every Time I Wake Up, No Matter In What Position, It's Always Been Today.