And then we’ll all go off to sweet life, ‘cause now is the time and we all know time!
We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell
He seems to me to be headed for his ideal fate, which is compulsive psychosis dashed with a jigger of psychopathic irresponsibility and violence
Work from pithy middle eye out, swimming in language sea.
All he needed was a wheel in his hand and four on the road.
You can't live in this world but there's nowhere else to go.