We All Like Motorcycles To Some Degree.

You Five And Ten Cent Women With Nothing In Your Heads, I Got A Real Gal I'm Loving And Lord I'll Love Her 'til I'm Dead.

Every Nerve In My Body Is So Vacant And Numb/i Can't Even Remember What It Was I Came Here To Get Away From/don't Even Hear A Murmur Of A Prayer/it's Not Dark Yet, But It's Getting There.

Praise Be To Nero's Neptune The Titanic Sails At Dawn And Everybody's Shouting "which Side Are You On?" And Ezra Pound And T.s. Eliot Fighting In The Captain's Tower While Calypso Singers Laugh At Them And Fishermen Hold Flowers.

Idiot Wind, Blowing Every Time You Move Your Teeth. You're An Idiot Babe, It's A Wonder That You Still Know How To Breathe.

Take Me On A Trip Upon Your Magic Swirling Ship.