Things Are Rough All Over.

I've Been Thinking About It, And That Poem, That Guy That Wrote It, He Meant You're Gold When You're A Kid, Like Green. When You're A Kid Everything's New, Dawn. It's Just When You Get Used To Everything That It's Day. Like The Way You Dig Sunsets, Pony. That's Gold. Keep That Way, It's A Good Way To Be.

What's The Safest Thing To Be When One Is Met By A Gang Of Social Outcasts In An Alley? ...no, Another Social Outcast!

It Ain't Fair That We Have All The Rough Breaks!

California Is Like A Beautiful Wild Kid On Heroin, High As A Kite And Thinking She's On Top Of The World, Not Knowing She's Dying, Not Believing It Even If You Show Her The Marks.

Things Are Rough All Over.