You call yourself what you want to call yourself. This is the land of the free.
You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.
It's east to see without lookin' too far that not much is really sacred.
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
God bless you all with peace, tranquility and good will.
The sun's not yellow, its chicken!