Death To Me Means Nothing

I'd Been Going Though His Trash. He Knocked Me Down. I Was Glad To See Him, Even Though He Was Banging My Head Against The Sidewalk. Afterwards These Bums Come Over And Say, 'did He Get Much Money?' I Say, 'money'? That Was Bob Dylan.

All The Money You Made Will Never Buy Back Your Soul.

Too Much Information About Nothing.

I Kissed Goodbye The Howling Beast On The Borderline Which Separated You From Me.

There's A Wall Between You And What You Want And You Got To Leap It.