Politics and hypocrites is turning us all into lunatics.
Love your mother, she bore you. Love your father, he works for you.
I'm hooked my friend to the boy who makes slaves out of men, and oh believe me, flying high in a friendly sky.
Art is a way of possessing destiny.
Are thing really gettin' better like the newspaper said/What else is new my friend, besides what I read/Can't find no work, can't find no job my friend/Money is tighter than it's ever been/Say man, I just don't understand/What's going on across this land
Jesus left a long time ago, said he would return. He left us a book to believe in, in it we've got an awful lot to learn.