Some things are too terrible to be true.
You know, the streets are filled with vipers Who’ve lost all ray of hope You know, it ain’t even safe no more In the palace of the Pope.
God, I’m glad I’m not me.
Morality has nothing in common with politics.
I don’t call myself a poet, because I don’t like the word.
How many roads must a developer walk down, before they accept the amenities package?
Through the mad mystic hammering of the wild ripping hail The sky cracked its poems in naked wonder.
There’s eyes behind the mirrors in empty places.
I once loved a girl, her skin it was bronze With the innocence of a lamb, she was gentle like a fawn I courted her proudly but now she is gone Gone as the season she’s taken.
Well, it’s always been my nature to take chances My right hand drawing back while my left hand advances.
It pays to know who your friends are but it also pays to know you ain’t got any friends.
They kill people here who stand up for their rights The system’s just too damned corrupt It’s always the same, the name of the game Is who do you know higher up.
Experience teaches us that silence terrifies people the most.
You don’t count the dead, when god’s on your side.
I put one on the turntable and when the needle dropped, I was stunned – didn’t know whether I was stoned or straight.
There is a house in New Orleans they call the Rising Sun, and it’s been the ruin of many a poor boy and God I know I’m one.
What drives me to you, drives me insane.
Like the lion tears the flesh off a man, so can a woman who passes herself off as a male.
When the jelly faced women all sneeze, hear the one with the mustache say I can’t find my knees.
God knows there’s a heaven.