Everyone of them words rang true and glowed like burning coal, pouring off every page like it was written in my soul from me to you.
Bob DylanJohnny's in the basement Mixing up the medicine I'm on the pavement Thinking 'bout the government.
Bob DylanIt goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up my end.
Bob Dylan