People Tell Me It's A Sin, To

Well, It's Hard To Stumble And Land In Some Muddy Lagoon When It's Nine Below Zero And Three O'clock In The Afternoon.

Yes, To Dance Beneath The Diamond Sky With One Hand Waving Free, Silhouetted By The Sea, Circled By The Circus Sands

I've Never Written A Political Song. Songs Can't Save The World. I've Gone Through All That.

The Executioner's Face Is Always Well Hidden.

Every Cause That Ever I Fought, I Fought It Full Without Regret Or Shame.