Drinking in the park, a Wortown Mayday twlight    Brings out the beauty in the urban blight.    We're driving the backstreets looking for life    The last heart still beating under the high rises.       I've seen the truth written in the eyes    Of a million crushed but smiling slow suicides.    No one can breathe, so drowned in disappointment    But most do not die because they're already dead.       This one goes out to all our deadbeat Gods,    The voodoo economists and the wage slave K-Martyrs.    It's now or never. "...And the human spirit prevails!"       I won't forget what it means to be young.    And I won't forget what it means to fall in love.       I am alive!