Oh, look outside the window. There's a woman being grabbed. They've dragged her to the bushes. And now she's being stabbed. . Maybe we should call the cops.
I'd like a one-way ticket home, ticket home. Where I can watch television, talk on the telephone. But every town I wander there's a billboard on a throne.
Hup, two, three, four, marching down the street. Rolling of the drums and the trampin' of the feet. General salutes and mothers wave and weep. . Here comes the big parade.