Come writers and critics Who prophesize with your pen And keep your eyes wide The chance won't come again And don't speak too soon For the wheel's still in spin And there's no tellin' who That it's namin' For the loser now Will be later to win For the times they are a-changin'.

Bent out of shape from society's pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he's in.

I gave her my heart but she wanted my soul.

As I stepped to the stage to pick up my degree, and the locusts sang off in the distance.

let me forget about today until tomorrow

Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us, he's content when you're under his thumb. Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him, to survive it you play deaf and dumb.

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