Solomon! I'm here with you in Rockland
Where you are so much madder than I am
Can you split the heavens of Long Island
With the catatonic piano you bang?
In my dreams you walk dripping from the sea
With your straightjacket, lost in the abyss
Do forget your underwear, we are free
Under the bedsheets where we hug and kiss.
So drink the tea of your nurse's breasts
And accuse your doctors of insanity
Yet faculties of your skull have been test
Fifty more shocks will not return humanity
But then again in the United States
It's angelic bombs that illuminate.