Using your God given rights to free speech can now cost you everything.
Bob Dylan on freedom of speech.....and the swamp....and FBI....
Motorpsycho Nitemare (1964) Ending.
Well, he threw a Reader’s Digest at my head and I did run
I did a somersault as I seen him get his gun
And crashed through the window at a hundred miles an hour
And landed fully blast in his garden flowers
Rita said, “Come back” and he started to load
The sun was comin’ up and I was runnin’ down the road
Well, I don’t figure I’ll be back there for a spell
Even though Rita moved away and got a job at a motel
He still waits for me, constant, on the sly
He wants to turn me in to the F.B.I.
Me, I romp and stomp, thankful as I romp
Without freedom of speech I might be in the swamp