There ain't much to say about the weather
A roving band of youths beat up on johnny
And I'm getting twenty bills to every letter
I guess I have to face the fact as real
The shower stall is leakin'
And the ceiling's fallin' in
I think I feel my back up against the wall
I'm lookin' out for any place at all
I've got to move myself out to the country
Say, the stolen bikes are gathering by the thousands
I'm gonna spend another fall in philadelphia
Everybody's gettin' richer sellin' that dope
Along with seven million people without a hope