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

Opportunities may come along for you to convert something - something that exists into something that didn't yet. That might be the beginning of it.

Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.

Satan will give you a little taste, then he'll move in with rapid speed.

Folk music is a bunch of fat people.

Down the street the dogs are barking And the day is getting dark. As the night comes in a-falling, The dogs´ll lose their bark And the silent night will shatter From the sounds inside my mind, For I´m one to many mornings And a thousand miles behind. From the crossroads of my doorstep, My eyes they start to fade, As I turn my head back to the room Where my love and I have laid.

Maybe someday you will understand, that something for nothing is everybody's plan.