i aint got no luggage draggin me around
analyzin all of yer problems
walkin lookin at the groundtheres
gotta be more to this there knockin
down all the bricks the wall
is gone and nothins done ingreedients
are thick smacked back in the streets
theyve cashed in on the chest of broadway
i saw yer picture in the paper
i thought about a century later
and everybody whos
was in it is ashes
in incinerator