I like Hitler, jolly jolly Hitler.

Love is a rainbow curving down from the sky, falling crystals of color, shades of warm that never die.

God isn't dead - he's just missing in action.

Maybe we should raise our voices, ask somebody why. But demonstrations are a drag, besides we're much too high.

One legged veterans will greet the dawn, and they're whistling marches as they mow the lawn, and the gargoyles on sit and grieve.

The people who carried the burden, who marked in strange field in search of an answer, and ended their journeys an unwilling hero.

One good song with a message can bring a point more deeply to more people than a thousand rallies.