This Machine Kills Fascists.

Nobody Living Can Ever Stop Me. As I Go Walking My Freedom Highway. Nobody Living Can Make Me Turn Back. This Land Was Made For You And Me.

Let Me Be Known As Just The Man That Told You Something You Already Knew.

The World Is Filled With People Who Are No Longer Needed. And Who Try To Make Slaves Of All Of Us. And They Have Their Music And We Have Ours. Theirs, The Wasted Songs Of A Superstitious Nightmare. And Without Their Music And Ideological Miscarriages To Compare Our Songs Of Freedom To, We'd Not Have Any Opposite To Compare Music With - - And Like The Drifting Wind, Hitting Against No Obstacle, We'd Never Know Its Speed, Its Power.

One Day We'll All Find Out That All Of Our Songs Was Just Little Notes In A Great Big Song!

I Have Decided Long Ago That My Songs And Ballads Would Not Get The Hugs And Kisses Of The Capitalistic Experts.