"Like a Rolling Stone" [of Bob Dylan] is a kiss-off song like none before or since.
Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.
As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree, and the locusts sang off in the distance.
Like the lion tears the flesh off a man, so can a woman who passes herself off as a male.
Strange how people who suffer together have stronger connections than those who are most content.
When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can't find my knees.