Evil man make me kill you.

After awhile, your, your cheap talk don't even cause me pain, so let your bullets fly like rain.

If the mountains fell in the sea, Let it be, it ain't me. Got my own world to live through And I ain't gonna copy you. Now, if 6 turned up to be 9, I don't mind, I don't mind. If all the hippies cut off their hair, I don't care, I don't care. Did, 'cos I got my own world to live through And I ain't gonna copy you.

Your people I do not understand, so to you I shall put an end, and you'll never hear surf music again.

I want to thank you my sweet darling for digging in the mud and picking me up.

It's time for a new National Anthem. America is divided into two definite divisions. The easy thing to cop out with is sayin' black and white. You can see a black person. But now to get down to the nitty-gritty, it's getting' to be old and young - not the age, but the way of thinking. Old and new, actually... because there's so many even older people that took half their lives to reach a certain point that little kids understand now.

The artist draws the people. The whole idea is for people to dig themselves, just mingle around meeting different other people. That's cool.