I'm Sittin' On My Watch So I

If There's An Original Thought Out There, I Could Use One Right Now.

All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul.

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.

If You Wanted To, It Would Be Easy To Find Some Crappy Lyrics [of Bob Dylan] From The Eighties To Undermine The Nobel Prize.

Anger And Jealousy's All That He Sells Us, He's Content When You're Under His Thumb. Madmen Oppose Him, But Your Kindness Throws Him, To Survive It You Play Deaf And Dumb.