God is in heaven, and we all want what's his. But power and greed and corruptible seed seem to be all that there is.

When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.

Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line. Beauty walks a razor's edge...someday I'll make it mine.

Now all the criminals in their suits and ties are free to drink martinis and watch the sunrise

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

She can play my guitar note for note, she likes to stick her tongue down my throat.

Ironically, this was Bob Dylan's period [1967-74] of greatest fame.