All I Wanted To Do

Holy Flowers Floating In The Air, Were All These Tired Faces In The Dawn Of Jazz America.

This Was A Manuscript Of The Night We Couldn’t Read.

I Promise I Shall Never Give Up, And That I'll Die Yelling & Laughing.

I'd Also Gone Through An Entire Year Of Celibacy Based On My Feeling That Lust Was The Direct Cause Of Birth Which Was The Direct Cause Of Suffering And Death.

My Karma Was To Be Born In America Where Nobody Has Any Fun Or Believes In Anything, Especially Freedom.