I said, you know they refused Jesus, too. He said, you're not him.

Hold it, Doc, a world war passed through my brain. He said, Nurse, get your pad, this boy's insane.

Can't keep track of it no more, son's becoming husbands to their mothers, and old men turning your daughters into whores.

Once you think you know the song, then you have go and see how other people have done it.

They're selling postcards of the hanging.

The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.

Sometimes you just have to bite your upper lip and put sunglasses on.