Unfortunate the country that needs heroes!

Unhappy the land that is in need of heroes.

What kind of times are they, when A talk about trees is almost a crime Because it implies silence about so many horrors?

You can make a fresh start with your final breath.

Oh! Moon of Alabama We now must say good-bye We've lost our good old mama And must have whiskey Oh, you know why!

Who does Not Know the Truth, is simply a Fool... Yet who Knows the Truth and Calls it a Lie, is a Criminal.

The law was made for one thing alone, for the exploitation of those who don't understand it, or are prevented by naked misery from obeying it.