They Like To Take All This Money

The Real Power Is In The Hands Of Small Groups Of People And I Don't Think They Have Titles.

Feeling Funny In My Mind, Lord I Believe I'm Fixing To Die Well, I Don't Mind Dying But I Hate To Leave My Children Crying Well, I Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Look Over Yonder To That Burying Ground Sure Seems Lonesome, Lord, When The Sun Goes Down

I Ain't Saying You Treated Me Unkind You Could've Done Better, But I Don't Mind. You Just Kinda Wasted My Precious Time. But Don't Think Twice, It's Alright.

Every Brain Is Civilized, Every Nerve Is Analyzed, Everything Is Criticized When You Are In Need.

Take Me Disappearing, Through The Smoke Rings Of My Mind, Down The Foggy Ruins Of Time.