When you got nothin' / You got nothin' to lose.

Cop comes down the street crazy as a loon, he throws us in jail for carrying harpoons.

Yes, to dance beneath the diamond sky with one hand waving free, Silhouetted by the sea, circled by the circus sands

I've never gone for having a great voice, for cultivating one. I'm still not doing it now.

All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.

In the home of the brave, Jefferson turning over in his grave.

When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?