Well, I went back by rented Cadillac and company jet Like a newly orphaned refugee, retracing my steps All the way to Cassadaga to commune with the dead They said, 'You'd better look alive.'

The squatters made a mural of a Mexican girl With fifteen cans of spray paint and a chemical swirl She's standing in the ashes at the end of the world Four win…

On a detox loft through a Glendale Park over sidewalk chalk Someone wrote in red, 'start over.'

It's exploding bags, aerosol cans Southbound buses, Peter Pan They left it up to us again I thought you knew the drill It's kill or be killed.

All up and down the whole creation, Sadly I roam, Still longing for the old plantation, And for the old folks at home.

Farewell sadness good day sadness you are inscribed in the lines of the ceiling.

Oh Patimkin! Fruit grew in their refrigerator and sporting goods dropped from their trees!