But I would not feel so all alone, everybody must get stoned.

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.

You five and ten cent women with nothing in your heads, I got a real gal I'm loving and Lord I'll love her 'til I'm dead.

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

It rubs me the wrong way, a camera... It's a frightening thing...Cameras make ghosts out of people.

Well the deputy walks on hard nails and the preacher rides a mount, But nothing really matters much it's doom alone that counts.

Jesus tapped me on the shoulder and said, Bob, why are you resisting me? I said, I'm not resisting you! He said, You gonna follow me? I said, I've never thought about that before! He said, When you're not following me, you're resisting me.