The Judge Said I Was A Menace

It Is A Great Feeling To Know That From A Window I Can Go To Books To Cans Of Beer To Past Loves. And From These Gather Enough Dream To Sneak Out A Back Door.

The Lucky Thing Was That I Was Italian; When The Other Italians Saw Me Fight Back, They Came To My Defence.

A Fat Reichian Wife Screeching Over Potatoes Get A Job! And Five Nose Running Brats In Love With Batman

Standing On A Street Corner Waiting For No One Is Power.

I Think Of New York City Lost In Stars Forgotten As A Blue Haired Pet Of Childhood Love Tonight The Night Is Full.