Forget The Dead You've Left, They Will

The Truth Was Obscure, Too Profound And Too Pure, To Live It You Had To Explode

New York Was A City Where You Could Be Frozen To Death In The Midst Of A Busy Street And Nobody Would Notice.

All The Tired Horses In The Sun How'm I Supposed To Get Any Ridin' Done? Hmm.

You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody; Well, It May Be The Devil, Or It May Be The Lord, But You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.

Sometimes I Wonder What It's Gonna Take To Find Dignity.