Take your place in a wiser world of bigger motor cars.
The excrement bubbles, the century slime decays, and the brainwashing government lackeys would have us say it's under control.
Jump up, look around, find yourself some fun. No sense in sitting there hating everyone.
In your pomp and all your glory, you're a poorer man than me.
Who the hell can he be? He's never had V.D.
The sand-castle virtues are all swept away in the tidal destruction, the moral melee.