Abstract Expressionism Was Invented By New York

I Sang In Art School, Just To Get Money To Smoke.

Lord, There's Danger In This Land, You Get Witch Hunts And Wars When Church And State Hold Hands.

All Romantics Meet The Same Fate Some Day. Drunk And Cynical And Boring Someone In Some Dark Cafe.

Laughing And Crying, You Know It's The Same Release.

A Few Drinks Later You're Not So Choosy When The Closing Lights Strip Off The Shadows On This Strange New Flesh You've Found.