Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.

Adulterers in churches and pornography in the schools, you got gangsters in power and lawbreakers making rules. When you gonna wake up?

She never stumbles, she's got no place to fall. She's nobody's child, the law can't touch her at all.

Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.

There's no black and white, left and right to me anymore; there's only up and down and down is very close to the ground. And I'm trying to go up without thinking about anything trivial such as politics. They have got nothing to do with it. I'm thinking about the general people and when they get hurt.

I hate myself for loving you and the weakness that it showed. You were just a painted face on a trip down to suicide road.

Mona Lisa must have had the highway blues; you can tell by the way she smiles.