“All that hitchhikinAll that railroadinAll that comin backto America”

“We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell”

“Holy flowers floating in the air, were all these tired faces in the dawn of Jazz America.”

“America is a lonely crock of shit...”

“Lonely as America, a throatpierced sound in the night.”

“We fumed and screamed in our mountain nook, mad drunken Americans in the mighty land. We were on the roof of America and all we could do was yell, I guess--across the night...”

“Whither goest thou, America, in thy shiny car in the night?”