Let the dead bury the dead, your time will come.
You been down to the bottom with a bad man, babe But you're back were you belong
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turning over in his grave.
That's another way of writing a song, of course. Just talking to somebody that ain't there. That's the best way. That's the truest way. Then it just becomes a question of how heroic your speech is. To me, it's something to strive after.
No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.
I don't really have a retirement plan.