Art Is A Never-ending Dance Of Illusions.

There's A Lot Of False Prophets Around And That's The Trouble. People Say They Think They Know What's Right And Other People Get People To Follow Them Because They Have A Certain Type Of Charisma, And There's Always People Willing To Take Over. People Want A Leader. And There Will Be More And More Of Them.

Never Make It Perfect.

But Now We Got Weapons Of The Chemical Dust If Fire Them We're Forced To Then Fire Them We Must One Push Of The Button And A Shot The World Wide And You Never Ask Questions When God's On Your Side

Old New York City Is A Friendly Old Town From Washington Heights To Harlem On Down There's A-mighty Many People All Millin' All Around They'll Kick You When You're Up And Knock You When You're Down It's Hard Times In The City Livin' Down In New York Town

Oh, The Inmates And The Prisoners I Found They Were My Kind And It Was There Inside The Bars I Found My Peace Of Mind But The Jails They Were Too Crowded Institutions Overflowed So They Turned Me Loose To Walk Upon Life's Hurried Tangled Road