In All My Years Of New York

Randy Lay There Like A Slug. It Was His Only Defense.

Some Men Are Baptists, Others Catholics; My Father Was An Oldsmobile Man.

I Had Woven A Tapestry Of Obscenity That As Far As I Know Is Still Hanging In Space Over Lake Michigan.

I've Met Them Down In The Cost And Accounting Department, Clean-shaven And In White Collars. They Can't See A Damn Thing Ridiculous About Themselves... Only About You.

The Hand Of Fate Had Dipped Into The Ragbag Of Humanity.