| 1795 |
A child watches 1,500 murders before he's twelve years old, and we wonder why we've created a Jason generation that learns to laugh rather that to abhor the horror. |
Disposable Heroes of Hiphoprisy, Television, |
The Drug Of The Nation |
| 1796 |
A little lawyer on the tube, he said, its so easy now, anyone can sue. |
Joni Mitchell, |
The Three Great Stimulants |
| 1797 |
A lot of people don't have much food on their tables, but they got a lot of forks and knives, and they gotta cut something. |
Bob Dylan, |
Talking New York Blues |
| 1798 |
A man of constant sorrow under an evil eye. Baby when it's over, the truth is first to die. |
Great White, |
Big Goodbye |
| 1799 |
A man with a briefcase can steal more money than any man with a gun. |
Don Henley, |
Gimme What You Got |
| 1800 |
A mind is a terrible thing to waste was the slogan, but now it's 95 and it's don't forget the Trojan. |
Coolio, |
Too Hot |
| 1801 |
A nation planted, so concerned with gain. As the seasons come and go, greater grows the pain. |
Isley Brothers, |
Harvest For The World |
| 1802 |
A suffering world cries for mercy, as far as the eye can see. Lawyers around every bend in the road, lawyers in every tree. |
Tom Paxton, |
One Million Lawyers |
| 1803 |
A system of no balance and not enough checks, disease bred, transmitted through sex. |
Cottonmouths, |
High Society |
| 1804 |
A world of violent rage, but it's one that I can recognize having never seen the color of my father's eyes. |
Rage Against The Machine, |
Settle For Nothing Else |
| 1805 |
Add to the world's confusion, we teach our kids rules that we don't adhere to ourselves. |
Janet Jackson, |
Living In A World |
| 1806 |
Ah, look at all the lonely people. |
The Beatles, |
Eleanor Rigby |
| 1807 |
Ain't no use jiving, ain't no use joking, everything is broken. |
Bob Dylan, |
Everything Is Broken |
| 1808 |
Ain't no wrong now, ain't no right, only pleasure and pain. |
Janes Addiction, |
Ain't No Right |
| 1809 |
Airplanes make losers of us all, give us distance much too easily. |
Blue Oyster Cult, |
In Thee |
| 1810 |
All I ever wanted, all I ever needed was a father. |
L.L. Cool J, |
Father |
| 1811 |
All messed up, but nowhere to go. |
Afghan Whigs, |
Gentlemen |
| 1812 |
All my words come back to me in shades of mediocrity. |
Simon and Garfunkel, |
Homeward Bound |
| 1813 |
All our lives get complicated, search for pleasures overrated. Never armed our souls, for what the future would hold. |
Fuel, |
Innocent |
| 1814 |
All our smiles all confiscated. Never were we told, we'd be bought and sold, when we were innocent. |
Fuel, |
Innocent |