You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.
You'll find out when you reach the top, you're on the bottom.
Too much information about nothing.
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.
Disillusioned words like bullets bark as human gods aim for their mark.
Don't know which one is worse, doing your own thing or just being cool.
Everybody's wearing a disguise, to hide what they've got left behind their eyes.
Fortune or fame, you must pick one or the other, though neither of them are to be what they claim.
In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.
Obscenity, who really cares. Propaganda, all is phony.
Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.
The good Samaritan, he's getting dressed, he's getting ready for the show. He's going to the carnival tonight on Desolation Row.
Someone showed me a picture and I just laughed, dignity never been photographed.
The dirt of gossip blows into my face and the dust rumors cover me. But if the arrow is straight and the point is slick, it can pierce through dust no matter how thick.
People have different emotional levels. Especially when you're young. Back then I guess most of my influences could be thought of as eccentric. Mass media had no overwhelming reach so I was drawn to the traveling performers passing through.
Romance never does go out of fashion. It's radical. But it's out of step with the current media culture.
Some are masters of illusions, some are ministers of trade, all under the same delusion, all their beds unmade.