draft of lyrics to soundtrack for
saving my money
for this rainy night
Enter the 'Garden
of Earthly Delight'
a brothel, I'm working on the neon sign...)
Cab driver's a slob
I ain't gonna pay
just bail, a
block or two away...
spoken to dying, puffed out cab driver:
"hey you! yeah you! I don't see anyone else here having a coronary,
"Man, he weren't no Travis Bickle..."
'a lot of the instruments of torture are also musical
instruments' - wait till you hear the soundtrack...