Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come.

Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism, fools making laws for the breaking of jaws.

Suddenly I found you and the spirit in me sings, Don't have to look no further, You're the soul of many things.

Charity is suppose to cover up for a multitude of sins.

You'll find God in the church of your choice, you'll find Woody Guthrie in the Brooklyn State Hospital.

You're better than no one and no one is better than you.

let me forget about today until tomorrow