While Orson Welles lick the citzen kane's dick
For show how grated he could be
Lennon say you've got to be free
Hear a Paul, and Ringo is so much better than me
Words can't tell truth, still going that boots
Around that fuckin' liars
Cortázar think you're not a bastard
But you still read the same wrong writers
Hear the voice of alphabet make us so incorrect
Then you really want to go
To things that almost nobody knows
And now, that joke spokes in Desolation Row
