Don't Put My Faith In Nobody, Not

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Move Your Teeth. You're An Idiot Babe, It's A Wonder That You Still Know How To Breathe.

Nothing Can Affect My Voice, It's So Bad.

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.

Every Pleasure's Got An Edge Of Pain, Pay Your Ticket And Don't Complain

I Like Fidel Castro And His Beard.