Little red wagon, little red bike, I ain’t no monkey but I know what I like.

Call me any name you like I will never deny it.

You hear a lot about God these days: God, the beneficent; God, the all-great; God, the Almighty; God, the most powerful; God, the giver of life; God, the creator of death. I mean, we're hearing about God all the time, so we better learn how to deal with it. But if we know anything about God, God is arbitrary.

In the fury of the moment/ I can see the Master's hand In every leaf that trembles, in/ every grain of sand.

The hollow horn plays wasted words, proves to warn that he not busy being born is busy dying.

Anger and jealousy's all that he sells us, he's content when you're under his thumb. Madmen oppose him, but your kindness throws him, to survive it you play deaf and dumb.

Let me drink from the waters where the mountain streams flood Let the smell of wildflowers flow free through my blood Let me sleep in your meadows with the green grassy leaves Let me walk down the highway with my brother in peace Let me die in my footsteps Before I go down under the ground.