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

There's enough songs for people to listen to, if they want to listen to songs. For every man, woman and child on earth, they could be sent, probaby, each of them, a hundred records, and never be repeated. There's enough songs. Unless someone's gonna come along with a pure heart and has something to say. That's a different story.

The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.

He's hell bent for destruction, he's afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.

Truth is like a waterslide-only fun when it's slippery and wet.

Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.

I find C major to be the key of strength, but also the key of regret. E major is the key of confidence. A-flat major is the key of renunciation.