I was just too stubborn to ever be governed by enforced insanity.
If God is on our side, he’ll stop the next war.
In the home of the brave, Jefferson turning over in his grave.
Masters of the bluff and masters of the proposition, but the enemy I see wears a cloak of decency.
Maybe someday you will understand, that something for nothing is everybody’s plan.
Patriotism is the last refuge to which a scoundrel clings.
Sing your praise of progress and the doom machine, the naked truth is still taboo whenever it can be seen.
You’re gonna have to serve somebody.
I have tried my hand at bribery, blackmail, and deceit. And I’ve served time for everything, cept beggin on the street.
When blackness was a virtue and the road was full of mud, I came in from the wilderness, a creature void of form.
He’s hell bent for destruction, he’s afraid and confused, and his brain has been mismanaged with great skill.
Good intentions can be evil, both hands are full of grease. You know, sometimes Satan comes as a man of peace.
Done so many evil things in the name of love, it’s a crying shame. I never did see no fire that could put out a flame.
It will scramble your head and drag your brain about, sometimes you gotta do like Elvis did and shoot the damn thing out.
I thought that he was righteous, but he’s vain. Oh, somethings a telling me I wear the ball and chain.
Ain’t nothing too discreet about the disease of conceit.
So I cut off my hair and I rode straight away, to the wild unknown country where I could not go wrong.
Witchcraft scum exploiting the dumb turning children into punks and slaves.
If I had rubies, riches, and crowns, I’d buy the whole world and change things around.
You swore you’d never compromise With the mystery tramp, but now you realise He’s not selling any alibis As you stare into the vacuum of his eyes And say, do you want to make a deal How does it feel.