Every Day Your Memory Grows Dimmer -

Witchcraft Scum Exploiting The Dumb Turning Children Into Punks And Slaves.

Bob Has Never Written A Bad Song. Bob Dylan Is A Genius.

The Sun's Not Yellow, Its Chicken!

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.