Every nerve in my body is so vacant and numb/I can't even remember what it was I came here to get away from/Don't even hear a murmur of a prayer/It's not dark yet, but it's getting there.

Gotta head full of ideas that are driving me insane.

The longer you live, the better you get.

Is your money that good, will it buy you forgiveness?

Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.

Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.

The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.