As for the political situation:

They locked up a man
Who wanted to rule the world
The fools!
They locked up the wrong man

A man who eats meat
Wants to get his teeth into something
A man who does not eat meat
Wants to get his teeth into something else
If these thoughts interest you even for a moment
You're lost

It is that...

(Someone shouts from the audience.)

What was that?

(More shouts from the audience.)

They're calling me a fascist pig again

I wrote this in a peeling room in the Chelsea Hotel before I was rich and famous and they gave me well-painted rooms. I was coming off of amphetamine and I was pursuing a blonde lady whom I met in a Nazi poster, and I was doing many things to attract her attention, I was lighting wax candles in the form of men and women, I was marrying the smoke of two cones of sandalwood