you in Rockland I'm with you in Rockland I'm with you in
Rockland I'm with you in Rockland I'm with you in Rockland rades all
together singing the final stanzas of gibberish, who cooked rotten
animals lung heart feet tail borsht & tortillas dreaming of the past
journeying to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude watch or
Birmingham jazz incarnation, if I had a vision or he had a vision to find