Too Much Information About Nothing.

You'll Find God In The Church Of Your Choice, You'll Find Woody Guthrie In The Brooklyn State Hospital.

Peace Is The Time It Takes To Reload Your Rifle.

When You Asked Me How I Was Doing, Was That Some Kind Of Joke

Without Freedom Of Speech, I Might Be In The Swamp

She Never Stumbles, She's Got No Place To Fall. She's Nobody's Child, The Law Can't Touch Her At All.