I guess I can say it : You know you're
an idiot. John Lennon's dead again and
the black-hand mortars are always at
work. 'I want to hold your land...I want
to hold your la-aa-aa-aa-and.' And they
do. We are trespassed and occupied.
FBI stinkers and undercover cops.
Men with carbines leading dogs.
Boots and flak-vests. Everything
these days is a blinking attractive.
Melissa may have been here, but she
was finished before I arrived. Damn,
I had a ticket to tide. I had a ticket
to ri-i-ide. Look at this. Now they
just write on trucks and vans.