 Well, I was walking down the street just the other day. Had a double-headed nickel and a bill to pay. There was bubblegum blistered on the hot cement. And I was waiting like patients on the monument. Well, I wrote a little spliff and tightened up my shoes. Then I ran to the corner where I lit the fuse. Disgusted by the loneliness I couldn't lose, I said, put a little voice to the rhyming blues.