New York Was A City Where You

Well, I Try My Best To Be Just Like I Am, But Everybody Wants You To Be Just Like Them, They Sing While You Slave And I Just Get Bored

People's Lives Are Filled With Vice And The Trappings Of It. Ambition, Greed And Selfishness All Have To Do With Vice. Sooner Or Later, You Have To See Through It Or You Don't Survive.

Some Formulas Are Too Complex And I Don't Want Anything To Do With Them.

Feel Like A Broke-down Engine, Ain't Got No Drivin' Wheel. You All Been Down And Lonesome, You Know Just How A Poor Man Feels.

If My Thought-dreams Could Be Seen/ They'd Probably Put My Head In A Guillotine.