Letras:
Reed Lou New York

: Caught between the twisted stars the plotted lines the faulty map that brought Columbus to New York Betwixt between the East and West he calls on her

: Pedro lives out of the Wilshire Hotel He looks out a window without glass The walls are made of cardboard, newspapers on his feet His father beats

I hope it's true what my wife said to me I hope it's true what my wife said to me She says Lou, it's the Beginning of a Great Adventure Lou, Lou, Lou,

: I was up in the morning with the TV blarin' brush my teeth sittin' watchin' the news All the beaches were closed the ocean was a Red Sea but there

: You can't depend on your family You can't depend on your friends You can't depend on a beginning You can't depend on an end You can't depend on intelligence

: Sam was lyin' in the jungle agent orange spread against the sky like marmalade Hendrix played on some foreign jukebox they were praying to be saved

: We who have so much to you who have so little to you who don't have anything at all We who have so much more than any one man does need and you who

did you hear what they said ? Just a New York conversation rattling in my head Ooh my, and what shall we wear, ooh my, and who really cares ? Just a New York

He was lying banged and battered, skewered and bleeding Talking crippled on the cross Was His mind reeling and heaving, hallucinating Fleeing what a loss