So here I am in my Bowery loft,
start the day with a start-up and end it with a Zoloft;
There on my wall is a Damien Hirst,
John Lennon's head and Yoko Ono's purse;
When I open my window I can hear the sound
of Joey Ramone turning in the ground.
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