How did Camus really die that night?  Were they right?  When he died was it really his time?  Or was it suicide?  And Holden Caufield is a friend of mine  We go drinking from time to time  and I find, it gets harder every time    Back Off!  You're out on the street again  Don't you stop!  Did you know you couldn't swim?  Back Off!  You're out on the street again  I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win!    Hemingway never seemed to mind the banality of a normal life  and I find, it gets harder every time  So he aimed the shotgun into the blue  Placed his face in between the two   and sighed, "Here's To Life!"    Back Off!  You're out on the street again  Don't you stop!  Did you know you couldn't swim?  Back Off!  You're out on the street again  I'm not going to play if there ain't no way I'll win!    Hey there Salinger, What did you do?  Just when the world was looking at you  To write anything, that meant anything  You told us you were through  And it's been years since you passed away  but I see no plaque, and I see no grave.  And I can't help believing, you wanted it that way.    Vincent Van Gogh, Why do you weep?  You were on your way to heaven, but the road was steep  And who was there to break your fall?  We're guilty, One and All    And I don't know much, but I do know this  With a golden heart, comes a rebel fist  But I can't help agreeing with those that would not quit.    And it makes me sick when I think of it  All my heroes could not live with this  and I hope you rest in peace   Because with us, You never did!  And K.D.C., you were much too young!  And you changed my life!  But I draw the line at suicide!  Here's To Life!!