I Don't Write The Songs;

Is Your Money That Good, Will It Buy You Forgiveness?

You Were Born With A Snake In Both Of Your Fists While A Hurricane Was Blowing.

Bob Dylan Wrote In His Elliptical Memoir, Chronicles: Volume One, He Was Washed Up In The 1980s, No Longer A Commercial Success, And No Longer Putting Out Good Work.

When You're Sad And When You're Lonely And You Haven't Got A Friend, Just Remember That Death Is Not The End.

All That Foreign Oil Controlling American Soil.