: Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel He looks out a window without glass The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet His father beats
: The bias of the father runs on through the son and leaves him bothered and bewildered The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit at the face staring
I hope it's true what my wife said to me I hope it's true what my wife said to me She says Lou, it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure Lou, Lou, Lou,
: This is no time for Celebration This is no time for Shaking Heads This is no time for Backslapping This is no time for Marching Bands This is no time
: I was up in the morning with the TV blarin' brush my teeth sittin' watchin' the news All the beaches were closed the ocean was a Red Sea but there
: They say he didn't have an enemy His was a greatness to behold He was the last surviving progeny The last one on this side of the world He measured
: You can't depend on your family You can't depend on your friends You can't depend on a beginning You can't depend on an end You can't depend on intelligence
There's no Mafia lawyer to fight in your corner for that 15 minutes of fame The have and the have nots are bleeding in the tub that's New York's future
: Sam was lyin' in the jungle agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox they were praying to be saved
: Good evening Mr.Waldheim and Pontiff how are you ? You have so much in common in the things you do And here comes Jesse Jackson he talks of Common
: We who have so much to you who have so little to you who don't have anything at all We who have so much more than any one man does need and you who
: He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding talking crippled on the Cross Was his mind reeling and heaving hallucinating fleeing what a
did you hear what they said ? Just a New York conversation rattling in my head Ooh my, and what shall we wear, ooh my, and who really cares ? Just a New York
me I hope it's true what my wife said to me I hope it's true what my wife said to me She says Lou, it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure Lou, Lou, Lou
You can't depend on your family You can't depend on your friends You can't depend on a beginning You can't depend on an end You can't depend on intelligence
He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding talking crippled on the Cross Was his mind reeling and heaving hallucinating fleeing what a loss
Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel He looks out a window without glass The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet His father beats him
The bias of the father runs on through the son and leaves him bothered and bewildered The drugs in his veins only cause him to spit at the face staring