The drunken politician leaps upon the street where mothers weep, and the saviors who are fast asleep, they wait for you.

Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

I feel like I'm knockin' on heaven's door.

I say there're no depressed words just depressed minds.

Some times I think this whole world Is one big prison yeard Some of us are prisoners The rest of us are guards

I think women rule the world and that no man has ever done anything that a woman either hasn't allowed him to do or encouraged him to do.