Who Are They To Judge Us, Simply

Great Artists Suffer For The People.

And Givin' Yourself To Me Can Never Be Wrong

For Me, Love Carries The Seeds Of Its Own Destruction.

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

If You Escape From People Too Often,, You Wind Up Escaping From Yourself.