Some Formulas Are Too Complex And I

I Dug It, New York City, All-the Streets And The Snows And The Starving And The Five-flight Walkups And Sleeping In Rooms With Ten People. I Dug The Trains And The Shadows, The Way I Dug Ore Mines And Coal Mines. I Just Jumped Right To The Bottom Of New York.

I Used To Think It's Better If You Just Live And Die And No One Knows Who You Are.

Well, I Don't Know, But I've Been Told The Streets In Heaven Are Lined With Gold. I Ask You How Things Could Get Much Worse If The Russians Happen To Get Up There First; Wowee! Pretty Scary!

The Battle Outside Raging Will Soon Shake Your Windows And Rattle Your Walls.

Abe Said, Where Do You Want This Killing Done? God Said, Out On Highway 61.