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

Each one of them suffering from the failures of their day, with strings of guilt they tried hard to guide us.

Your old road is rapidly aging. Please get out of the new one If you can't lend your hand, For the times they are a-changin'.

They can't hurt me. Sure, they can crush you and kill you. They can lay you out on 42nd and Broadway and put hoses on you and flush you in the sewers and put you on the subway and carry you out to Coney island and bury you on the Ferris wheel. But I refuse to sit here and worry about dying.

Everybody's the first somebody, y'know.

When you got nothin' / You got nothin' to lose.

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