In ceremonies of the horsemen, even the pawn must hold a grudge.

I feel like falling in love with the first woman I meet, putting her in a wheel-barrow and wheeling her down the street.

Watch waterfalls of pity roar, you feel to moan but unlike before, you discover that you'd just be one more person crying.

The woman I love she got a prize fighter nose, cauliflower ears and a run in her hose.

I took her by the hand and my heart it was thumpin'. When she said, hey man, you crazy or somethin'?

Idiot wind, blowing every time you move your teeth. You're an idiot babe, it's a wonder that you still know how to breathe.

Somebody had to be Bob Dylan. I guess I was best equipped to do the job.