Every Writer At The New Yorker Is

Gotta Head Full Of Ideas That Are Driving Me Insane.

Warlords Of Sorrow And Queens Of Tomorrow Will Offer Their Heads For A Prayer. You Can't Find No Salvation, You Have No Expectations Anytime, Anyplace, Anywhere.

Get Jailed, Jump Bail, Join The Army If You Fail.

You're Better Than No One And No One Is Better Than You.

The Times Are A-changing And If We Don't We Will Sink Like A Stone.