He Hands You A Nickel, He Hands

The Inmates And Prisoners, I Found They Were My Kind, And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind.

The Real Power Is In The Hands Of Small Groups Of People And I Don't Think They Have Titles.

The One Who Is Not Being Born Is Dying.

When You've Got Nothing, You've Got Nothing To Loose.

Stop All This Weeping, Swallow Your Pride/ You Will Not Die, Its Not Poison -tombstone Blues