This Moustache Kills Fascists

Well New York City man, San Francisco, LA, I don’t know But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams He ended up like so many of them do, back on the streets of New York City, In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a slave, then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave, Ah poor Larry. But what do we really know of the dead and who actually cares? - Nick Cave

Well New York City man,
San Francisco, LA, I don’t know
But Larry grew increasingly neurotic and obscene
I mean he, he never asked to be raised from the tomb
I mean no one ever actually asked him to forsake his dreams

He ended up like so many of them do,
back on the streets of New York City,
In a soup queue, a dope fiend, a slave,
then prison, then the madhouse, then the grave,
Ah poor Larry.

But what do we really know of the dead and who actually cares?

- Nick Cave