Down In Denver, All I Did Was

It's Okay, Girl, We'll Make It Till The Sun Goes Down Forever. And Until Then What You Got To Lose But The Losing? We're Fallen Angels Who Didn't Believe That Nothing Means Nothing.

How Clear The Realization One Is Going Mad -- The Mind Has A Silence, Nothing Happens In The Physique, Urine Gathers In Your Loins, Your Ribs Contract.

We Were On The Roof Of America And All We Could Do Was Yell

And The Hippos Were Boiled In Their Tanks!

I Don't Know, I Don't Care, And It Doesn't Make Any Difference.