The Times Are A-changing And If We

If You Told The Truth, That Was All Well And Good And If You Told The Un-truth, Well, That's Still Well And Good. Folk Songs Had Taught Me That.

I Saw Ten Thousand Talkers Whose Tongues Were All Broken, I Saw Guns And Sharp Swords In The Hands Of Young Children, And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain's A-gonna Fall.

They Can't Hurt Me. Sure, They Can Crush You And Kill You. They Can Lay You Out On 42nd And Broadway And Put Hoses On You And Flush You In The Sewers And Put You On The Subway And Carry You Out To Coney Island And Bury You On The Ferris Wheel. But I Refuse To Sit Here And Worry About Dying.

People Don't Live Or Die, People Just Float.

The One Who Is Not Being Born Is Dying.