Facts Can Be Turned Into

I'm Laying Out My Winter Clothes And Wishing I Was Gone, Going Home, Where The New York City Winters Aren't Bleedin' Me.

The Public Hungers To See Talented Young People Kill Themselves.

The Record Company Stay Out Of My Way. Whenever The Record Is Finished, They Take It.

So I'll Continue To Continue To Pretend My Life Will Never End, And Flowers Never Bend With The Rainfall.

It Was The Year Of The Beatles, It Was The Year Of The Stones, It Was 1964.