Morality Has Nothing In Common With Politics.

Anything I Can Sing, I Call A Song. Anything I Can't Sing, I Call A Poem.

They're Selling Postcards Of The Hanging They're Painting The Passports Brown The Beauty Parlor Is Filled With Sailors The Circus Is In Town Here Comes The Blind Commissioner They've Got Him In A Trance One Hand Is Tied To The Tight-rope Walker The Other Is In His Pants And The Riot Squad They're Restless They Need Somewhere To Go As Lady And I Look Out Tonight From Desolation Row.

I'm Looking For A Woman Who's Head Is Mixed Up Like Mine.

We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.

Is Your Money That Good, Will It Buy You Forgiveness?