Death To Me Means Nothing As Long

Every Writer At The New Yorker Is Smarter Than Me.

Come Writers And Critics Who Prophesize With Your Pen And Keep Your Eyes Wide The Chance Won't Come Again And Don't Speak Too Soon For The Wheel's Still In Spin And There's No Tellin' Who That It's Namin' For The Loser Now Will Be Later To Win For The Times They Are A-changin'.

Well, The Moral Of The Story, The Moral Of This Song, Is Simply That One Should Never Be Where One Does Not Belong. So When You See Your Neighbor Carryin' Somethin', Help Him With His Load, And Don't Go Mistaking Paradise For That Home Across The Road.

Can You Please Crawl Out Your Window? Use Your Arms And Your Legs, It Won't Ruin You

And It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard, It's A Hard Rain Gonna Fall.