Bullets can harm you and death can disarm you, but no, you will not be deceived. Stripped of all virtue as you crawl through the dirt, you can give but you cannot receive.

Socialism, hypnotism, patriotism, materialism, fools making laws for the breaking of jaws.

Well the Lone Ranger and Tonto, they are riding down the line fixing everybody's troubles, everybody except mine.

Michelangelo indeed could have carved out your features.

Steal a little and they throw you in jail Steal a lot and they make you king.

Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity.

Well, the moral of the story, The moral of this song, Is simply that one should never be Where one does not belong. So when you see your neighbor carryin' somethin', Help him with his load, And don't go mistaking Paradise For that home across the road.