Rambling Stumblebum High on Somethin' Rant from Tomkins Square Park

We hailed you through
the dirt times
with your war wounds
and glory rhymes

(you were the only one
that survived the 300mph
crash into the earth)

You burned down the ambulance
that they sent for you
blew up all your collateral and
tore up the loans too

I know you owe money to the
money to the government sharks
and the suits you punched
and the gas you drank
with the gold in the bank
and the ships you sank

And the jobs you shanked
(and that rusty shiv up your
sleeve for the bastards and the
bitches that don't believe)

They called you Gosho
and the No-show
shit's all got to go
worlds gonna blow
no-no-no

That's not how the SONS flow