Every cause that ever I fought, I fought it full without regret or shame.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

She can play my guitar note for note, she likes to stick her tongue down my throat.

I heard the tongues of angels and the tongues of men and it all sounded no different to me.

Although the masters make the rules for the wise men and the fools, I've got nothing, Ma, to live up to.

The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.

The land of milk and honey, they say it is the land of money.