God's away, God's away, God's away on business. Business!

Now it's closing time/the music's fading out.

I just don't like the word 'fun'--it's like Volkswagen, or bell-bottoms, or patchouli-oil or bean-sprouts...it rubs me up the wrong way.

Don't look back, because someone might be gaining on you.

Well it's hotter 'n blazes and all the long faces / there'll be no oasis for a dry local grazier

I'm not fighting for justice. I am not fighting for freedom. I am fighting for my life and another day in the world here.

The world is a hellish place, and bad writing is destroying the quality of our suffering.