You got men who can't hold peace and women who can't control their tongues. The rich seduce the poor, and the old seduce the young.

The rifleman's stalking the sick and the lame, preacherman seeks the same, who'll get there first is uncertain.

My senses have been stripped, my hands can't feel to grip, my toes to numb to step, wait only for my boot heels to be wandering.

Mama's in the factory, she ain't got no shoes. Daddy's in the alley, he's looking for food.

Broken bottles, broken plates, broken switches, broken gates. Broken dishes, broken parts, streets are filled with broken hearts.

You must be vulnerable to be sensitive to reality. And to be vulnerable is just another way of saying that one has nothing more to lose. I don't have anything but darkness to lose.

Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken.