To Preach Of Peace And Brotherhood, Oh

I Don't Write The Songs; I Just Write 'em Down.

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is In His Pants And The Riot Squad They're Restless They Need Somewhere To Go As Lady And I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row.

A Poem Is A Naked Person.

You Better Start Swimming, Or You'll Sink Like A Stone. Because The Time's They Are A-changing.

If You Need Somebody You Can Trust, Trust Yourself