On the streets of San Francisco I went for a walk with an old friend of mine The world was strange The sun set I was ten years old My face fell into the dirt The trees were different Dancing birth into d**h-pregnant architecture And a bizarre, withering old fellow And his chihuahua screamed in my direction "My name is Rupert Murdoch! Get off my f**ing lawn!"
I said "All the emperors of infancy sat and stared at everything Or something becoming nothing A subway masturbator in the corner f**ed off A man walked into a train station And just started flatlining" I said "It is what it is when it is it Even when it isn't Slipped And flew It is what it is when it is it Even when it isn't Right into you"