Come you masters of war You that build all the guns You that build the death planes You that build the big bombs You that hide behind walls You that hide behind desks I just want you to know I can see through your masks.

This land is your land and this land is my land, sure, but the world is run by those that never listen to music anyway.

When you got nothin' / You got nothin' to lose.

As long as you give my friend Jonah Lehrer a free pizza, I'll write a song about your restaurant.

Dealing with my own life takes priority over other people dealing with my life.

They like to take all this money from sin, build big universities to study in, sing Amazing Grace all the way to the Swiss banks.

Well I'm living in a foreign country but I'm bound to cross the line. Beauty walks a razor's edge...someday I'll make it mine.