You in white and me in gray go well tonightnSo let’s linger herenThis used to be my favorite palm treenI was starving in that shit-house, the worldnBut now it’s gone and the whole point of everything's the moving onnWell, let’s see a calm and a storm andnokay, a star’s born - now let me just sit here ‘neath these omensnOn three and four and...nBeware the company you reside in nNicole, she, blasted on ecstasynSome East-Pender harborncirca 1993nIt was a good yearnnIt was a very good year nAnd now it’s gonenYou say the whole point of everything’s the moving onnAnd I can’t help but feel somewhat opposed to thisnMy shit has been torched by fascists,nor in some small way, we’re all traitors to our own kind n