How many roads must a man walk down, Before you call him a man? How many seas must a white dove sail, Before she sleeps in the sand? Yes, and how many times must the cannon balls fly, Before they're forever banned?
Bob DylanNow all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise
Bob DylanShakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells, speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well.
Bob Dylan