You're Gonna Have To Serve Somebody.

I Was Born A Long Way From Where I Belong And I Am On My Way Home.

In The Valley Of The Giants Where The Stars And Stripes Explode, The Peaches They Were Sweet And The Milk And Honey Flowed.

As He Weeps To Wicked Birds Of Prey, Who Pick Up On His Bread Crumb Sins, And There Are No Sins Inside The Gates Of Eden.

There Are Many Here Among Us Who Feel That Life Is But A Joke. But You And I, We've Been Through That, And This Is Not Our Fate, So Let Us Not Talk Falsely Now, The Hour Is Getting Late.

He Did Ten Years In Attica, Reading Nietzsche And Wilhelm Reich.