Proud To Steal Her Anything She Sees,

Can't Keep Track Of It No More, Son's Becoming Husbands To Their Mothers, And Old Men Turning Your Daughters Into Whores.

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.

An Artist Has Got To Be Careful Never Really To Arrive At A Place Where He Thinks He's At Somewhere. You Always Have To Realize That You're Constantly In A State Of Becoming. And, As Long As You Can Stay In That Realm You'll Sort Of Be Alright.

Although The Masters Make The Rules For The Wise Men And The Fools, I've Got Nothing, Ma, To Live Up To.

You Don't Write A Song To Sit There On A Page. You Write It To Sing It.