you in Rockland soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a
I'm with you in Rockland I'm with you in Rockland the
Internationale our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night rocking
and rolling over lofty stanzas of gibberish, who cooked rotten
animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the soul
illuminated its hair for a second, impossible criminals with golden heads
and the