I Don't Like Fashion. It's Very Heartless.

Just Slip Out The Back, Jack, Make A New Plan, Stan, You Don't Need To Be Coy, Roy, Just Get Yourself Free. Hop On The Bus, Gus, You Don't Need To Discuss Much, Just Drop Off The Key, Lee, And Get Yourself Free.

The Words Of The Prophets Are Written On The Subway Walls And Tenements Halls And Whispered In The Sounds Of Silence.

The Leaves That Are Green Turn To Brown. And They Wither With The Wind. And They Crumble In Your Hand.

Who's Gonna Love You When Your Looks Are Gone?

We're Living In A Certain Time, And We're Aware Of It. And That's Part Of What We're Aware Of, Along With Our Own Personal Aches And Pains.