[In 1951] we were also told that the Russians could be parachuting from planes over our town at any time. These were the same Russians that my uncles had fought alongside only a few years earlier. Now they had become monsters who were coming to slit our throats and incinerate us. It seemed peculiar. Living under a cloud of fear like this robs a child of his spirit. It's one thing to be afraid when someone's holding a shotgun on you, but it's another thing to be afraid of something that's just not quite real.

All these people that I used to know, they're an illusion to me now. Some are mathematicians, some are carpenters' wives.

Well, it's hard to stumble And land in some muddy lagoon When it's nine below zero And three o'clock in the afternoon.

And I'll know my song well before I start singing

Johnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking 'bout the government.

To live outside the law, you must be honest.

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.