Bent out of shape from society’s pliers, cares not to come up any higher, but rather get you down in the hole that he’s in.

Don’t ask me what I think of you, I might not give the answer that you want me to.

Every new beginning comes from some other beginning’s end.

Freedom’s just another word for nothing left to lose. Nothing ain’t nothing, but it’s free.

How many ears must one man have before he can hear people cry? Yes, and how many deaths will it take ’til he knows that too many people have died?

I can dig it, he can dig it, she can dig it, we can dig it, they can dig it, you can dig it, oh let’s dig it. Can you dig it, baby?

I got a lot to say, I got a lot to say, I got a lot to say. I can’t remember now, I can’t remember now, I can’t remember now.