For whose sake did you live, for whose sake did you die? Forgive me, baby, for what I didn't do.

The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.

Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us, he's content when you're under his thumb. Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him, to survive it you play deaf and dumb.

I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity.

Sometimes it's not enough to know what things mean, sometimes you have to know what things don't mean.

As he weeps to wicked birds of prey, who pick up on his bread crumb sins, and there are no sins inside the Gates of Eden.

Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.