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

The one who is not being born is dying.

In ceremonies of the horsemen, even the pawn must hold a grudge.

I'm ready to go anywhere, I'm ready for to fade, into my own parade, cast your dancing spell my way.

When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can't find my knees.

It goes back to the destiny thing.I made a bargain with it, you know, a long time ago. And I'm holding up my end.

The real power is in the hands of small groups of people and I don't think they have titles.