by Johnny Rivers.
I don't think I need to say anything else.
Blow this cool, Johnny. Baauumshoobydoowah, ohh yeah.
Through drunken alleyways, cathedrals dressed up as brothels, and peering into Desolation Row, you have to go through the deliriously-insane gutters of a Rolling Avenue to find a new home..
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