So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.
Call me any name you like I will never deny it.
Too much of nothing, it just makes a fellow mean.
Heard ten thousand whispering and nobody listening. Heard one person starve, I heard many people laughing. Heard the song of a poet who died in the gutter.
Good and bad, I define these terms, quite clear, no doubt, somehow.
The times are a-changing and if we don't we will sink like a stone.