We Have Never Arrived. We Are In

For Them That Must Obey Authority/that They Do Not Respect In Any Degree/who Despise Their Jobs, Their Destinies/speak Jealously Of Them That Are Free

It's Sundown On The Union And What's Made In The Usa Sure Was A Good Idea 'til Greed Got In The Way.

He Hands You A Nickel, He Hands You A Dime. He Asks You With A Grin, If You're Having A Good Time.

One Who Sings With His Tongue On Fire, Gargles In The Rat Race Choir.

"subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] Captures, In Word-salad Format, Life In An Encroaching Police State.