The only sound that's left after the ambulances go is Cinderella sweeping up on Desolation Row.

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.

I didn't know whether to duck or to run, so I ran.

I hurt easy, I just don't show it. You can hurt someone and not even know it.

Don't get up gentlemen. I'm only passing through!

A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

Ah, current music. What would that be? Ah, really, a lot of it sounds defective to me. It makes me restless.