If you need somebody you can trust, trust yourself

All the truth in the world adds up to one big lie.

I'll let you be in my dreams if I can be in yours.

You don't count the dead, when god's on your side.

It may look like I'm moving but I'm standing still.

In this age of fiberglass, I'm searching for a gem.

I'm not a folk-singer. I just sing a certain place.

Idiot wind, blowing every time you open your mouth.

I accept chaos, I'm not sure whether it accepts me.

Even I don't know what I'm saying most of the time.

Don't put my faith in nobody, not even a scientist.

Gotta head full of ideas that are driving me insane.

I started writing songs after I heard Hank Williams.

The truth that I am seeking is in your missing file.

My big fear was that my guitar would go out of tune.

I failed to communicate, that's why I chose to leave

Death to me means nothing as long as I can die fast.

Jewels and binoculars hang from the head of the mule.

Nobody has ever taught you how to live on the street.

The pump don't work cause the vandals took the handle

Any real Bob Dylan fan would sleep with Jonah Lehrer.

When you've got nothing, you've got nothing to loose.

Upon four-legged forest clouds the cowboy angel rides

All the money you made will never buy back your soul.

The motorcycle black madonna Two wheeled gypsy queen.

Is your money that good, will it buy you forgiveness?

Don't wanna marry nobody, if they're already married.

You shouldn't let other people get your kicks for you.

No one is free, even the birds are chained to the sky.

Who Killed Davey Moore? Why and what's the reason for?

Let us not talk falsely now, the hour is getting late.

Forget the dead you've left, they will not follow you.

Obscenity, who really cares. Propaganda, all is phony.

A cork screw to my heart, ever since we've been apart.

I just try to understand that tomorrow is another day.

Beauty walks a razors edge, someday I'll make it mine.

Everything that I'm saying You can say it just as good

Beyond here lies nothin' But the mountains of the past

She's a hypnotist collector; you are a walking antique.

I'm one too many mornings, and a thousand miles behind.

Well, the future for me is already a thing of the past.

Charity is suppose to cover up for a multitude of sins.

I'm gonna spare the defeated. I'm gonna tame the proud.

A million faces at my feet but all I see are dark eyes.

I say there're no depressed words just depressed minds.

Her profession's her religion, her sin is lifelessness.

I believe that instinct is what makes a genius a genius.

I never wanted to be a prophet or a saviour. Elvis maybe

God bless you all with peace, tranquility and good will.

Sometimes I wonder what it's gonna take to find dignity.

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