Goods gone bad, but right is wrong, and I don't know which side I'm on lately.

Long ago life was clean, sex was bad and obscene, and the rich were so mean. Stately homes for the Lords, croquet lawns, village greens, Victoria was my queen.

Comfort the weak and feel the poor. What on earth do we need government for?

Self destroyer, wreck your health, destroy friends, destroy yourself. The time device of self destruction, lies, confusion, start eruption.

Why bear malice? Just let it go. So what of pride? It will swallow you whole.

Our repertoire consisted of rhythm and blues, sort of country rhythm and blues, Sonny Terry things.

You don't have to be a genius to find the hidden potential deep in your mind.