Mama, Put My Guns In The Ground,

The Hollow Horn Plays Wasted Words, Proves To Warn That He Not Busy Being Born Is Busy Dying.

With Great Lawyers You Have Discussed Lepers And Crooks, You've Been Through All Of F. Scott Fitzgerald's Books.

All These People That I Used To Know, They're An Illusion To Me Now. Some Are Mathematicians, Some Are Carpenters' Wives.

And I'll Know My Song Well Before I Start Singing

How Many Years Can Some People Exist Before They're Allowed To Be Free.