| 7648 |
He can't even run his own life, I'll be damned if he'll run mine. |
Jonathan Edwards, |
Sunshine |
| 7649 |
He plead insanity like they do now all the time. Sir, what would you have done in 1859? |
Hank Williams Jr., |
Mr. Lincoln |
| 7650 |
He rules a crowded nation inside his mind. |
10,000 Maniacs, |
I'm Not The Man |
| 7651 |
He who wants to fight begins the end of time, turn the earth to sand and still commit no crime. |
The Moody Blues, |
One More Time To Live |
| 7652 |
Hell is full of high court judges. |
Sting, |
St. Augustine In Hell |
| 7653 |
Here comes Jesse Jackson, he talks of common ground. Does that common ground include me, or is it just a sound? |
Lou Reed, |
Good Evening Mr. Waldheim |
| 7654 |
Here's a guy who uses his tongue prettier than a fifty dollar whore. |
Henry Rollins, |
Clintonese |
| 7655 |
Hey now baby, get into my big black car. I want to show you what my politics are. |
Cream, |
Politician |
| 7656 |
Hey you, White House, ha ha, charade you are. |
Pink Floyd, |
Pigs |
| 7657 |
History will tell the story, America will always stand. |
Randy Travis, |
America Will Always Stand |
| 7658 |
House of Representatives needs a sedative. |
Stuck Mojo, |
Only The Strong Survive |
| 7659 |
How can the life of such a man be in the palm of some fools hand? |
Bob Dylan, |
Hurricane |
| 7660 |
How did the land of Jefferson, how did the land of King, become the land of hamburgers and raisins that can sing? Roosevelt was cripple, Lincoln was a geek, they'd never get elected, their clothes were never chic. |
Don McLean, |
Fashion Victim |
| 7662 |
How in this world can we put a man on the moon, and still have a need for a place like St. Judes? |
Clay Walker, |
Questions |
| 7663 |
How many liberators really want to be dictators? |
Dead Kennedys, |
Where Do Ya Draw The Line |
| 7664 |
How many years can a people exist before they're allowed to be free? |
Bob Dylan, |
Blowin' In The Wind |
| 7665 |
Hypocrites and zealots are struggling for the throne. |
World Party, |
Give It All Away |
| 7666 |
I ain't rich, but Lord I'm free. Amarillo by morning, Amarillo is where I'll be. |
George Strait, |
Amarillo By Morning |
| 7667 |
I am drifting without an anchor through your ambiguous region, a strange continent immune to all reason. |
Jewel, |
Grey Matter |
| 7668 |
I am the hawk and there's blood in my feathers, but time is still turning they soon will be dry. And all those who see me and all who believe in me, share in the freedom I feel when I fly. |
John Denver, |
The Eagle And The Hawk |