The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.

I see through your brain like I see through the water that runs down the drain.

The walls of pride are high and wide, can't see over to the other side.

The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you.

Mothers tell your children not to do the things I have done, to spend my life in sin and misery in the House of the Rising Sun.

I just wanted a song to sing, and there came a point where I couldn't sing anything...nobo dy else was writing what I wanted to sing. I couldn't find it anywhere. If I could I probably would never have started writing.

Don't put my faith in nobody, not even a scientist.