When you cease to exist, then who will you blame?

They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in, sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks.

How many times can a man turn his head, and pretend that he just doesn't see?

The times they are a-changing.

Princess on the steeple and all the pretty people, they're drinking, thinking that they got it made. Exchanging all kinds of precious gifts and things, but you'd better lift your diamond ring, you'd better pawn it, babe.

Peace will come With tranquility and splendor on the wheels of fire But will bring us no reward when her false idols fall.

Shakespeare, he's in the alley with his pointed shoes and his bells, speaking to some French girl who says she knows me well.