I thought that he was righteous, but he's vain. Oh, somethings a telling me I wear the ball and chain.

They say that patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings steal a little and they throw you in jail. Steal a lot and then they make you king.

Behind every beautiful thing, there's some kind of pain.

Suddenly I found you and the spirit in me sings, Don't have to look no further, You're the soul of many things.

Mama, put my guns in the ground, I can't shoot them anymore. That long black cloud is coming down.

When it came time to hire a guitar player ... I didn't even have to think about it ... Mike Bloomfield was the best guitar player I'd ever heard.

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