Even I don't know what I'm saying most of the time.
The radio makes hideous sounds.
I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail, and deceit. And I've served time for everything, cept beggin on the street.
The times they are a-changing.
If you wanted to, it would be easy to find some crappy lyrics [of Bob Dylan] from the Eighties to undermine the Nobel Prize.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it's a crying shame. I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.