I'm Gonna Spare The Defeated. I'm Gonna

Either I'm Too Sensitive, Or Else I'm Gettin' Soft

New York Was A City Where You Could Be Frozen To Death In The Midst Of A Busy Street And Nobody Would Notice.

The Only Thing I Knew How To Do Was To Keep On Keeping On

If You Wanted To, It Would Be Easy To Find Some Crappy Lyrics [of Bob Dylan] From The Eighties To Undermine The Nobel Prize.

I Got This Grave Yard Woman.