I See The Entire World As Eden,

I Got In Before Soho Was Soho. It Was Just Little Italy When I Was In There. It's Still Off The Touristy Track. It's Just Away From The Saturday Action, The Crowds And Everything. It's Too Expensive. It's Insane. You've Got To Be A Billionaire To Live On Manhattan Now.

Fly Silly Sea Bird, No Dreams Can Possess You, No Voices Can Blame You For Sun On Your Wings.

You Snipe So Steady, You Snub So Snide, So Rip And Ready To Diminish And Deride.

We Have A War Dictator Who Was Not Elected, He Snuck In. So He Punishes People That Threaten Him In Any Way, Or Even Say Something He Doesn't Like. It Has No Resemblance To Democracy.

We Call For The Three Great Stimulants Of The Exhausted Ones, Artifice, Brutality, And Innocence.