"subterranean Homesick Blues" [of Bob Dylan] Captures,

Don't Matter How Much Money You Got, There's Only Two Kinds Of People: There's Saved People And There's Lost People.

You Hurt The Ones That I Love Best And Cover Up The Truth With Lies. One Day You'll Be In The Ditch, Flies Buzzin' Around Your Eyes.

Broken Bottles, Broken Plates, Broken Switches, Broken Gates. Broken Dishes, Broken Parts, Streets Are Filled With Broken Hearts.

When I Think Of Mystery, I Don't Think About Myself. I Think Of The Universe, Like Why Does The Moon Rise When The Sun Falls? Caterpillars Turn Into Butterflies? I Really Haven't Remained A Recluse.

I Can't Stand To See Myself On Television.