Music Can Save People, But It Can't

Well The Book Of Leviticus And Deuteronomy, The Law Of The Jungle And The Sea Are Your Only Teachers.

Some Are Masters Of Illusions, Some Are Ministers Of Trade, All Under The Same Delusion, All Their Beds Unmade.

Feel Like A Broke-down Engine, Ain't Got No Drivin' Wheel. You All Been Down And Lonesome, You Know Just How A Poor Man Feels.

Somebody Had To Be Bob Dylan. I Guess I Was Best Equipped To Do The Job.

I Ain't Looking To Compete With You, Beat, Or Cheat, Or Mistreat You, Simplify You, Classify You, Deny, Defy, Or Crucify You. All I Really Want To Do Is, Baby, Be Friends With You.