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'.

Fearing not that I'd become my enemy In the instant that I preach

There ought to be a law about you coming around.

To preach of peace and brotherhood, oh what might be the cost? A man he did it long ago, and they hung him on a cross.

They say everything can be replaced, Yet every distance is not near. So I remember every face Of every man who put me here. I see my light come shining From the west unto the east. Any day now, any day now, I shall be released.

One who sings with his tongue on fire, gargles in the rat race choir.

Once I went into songwriting, I figured I had to - I couldn't be a hellfire rock 'n' roller. But I could write hellfire lyrics.