you in Rockland I'm with you in Rockland I'm with you in
Rockland where you scream in a straightjacket that you're is innocent
and immortal it should never die ungodly in an armed madhouse where
fifty more shocks will never return your where you laugh at this
invisible humor where we wake up electrified out of the coma by our own
souls' airplanes roaring over the O skinny legions run