All This Talk About Equality.

Ain't No Use Jiving, Ain't No Use Joking, Everything Is Broken.

Each One Of Them Suffering From The Failures Of Their Day, With Strings Of Guilt They Tried Hard To Guide Us.

If You Don't Have To Write Songs, Why Write Them? I've Got Enough Where I Don't Really Feel The Urge To Write Anything Additional.

How Many Times Must A Man Look Up Before He Can See The Sky? Yes, 'n' How Many Ears Must One Man Have Before He Can Hear People Cry? Yes, 'n' How Many Deaths Will It Take Till He Knows That Too Many People Have Died? The Answer, My Friend, Is Blowin' In The Wind, The Answer Is Blowin' In The Wind.

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