Well, I’ve lived in the narrow streets of Manhattan (double and triple parking, garbage trucks, delivery trucks, buses and fire engines thundering through). So,I don’t feel a bit sorry for Boris Karloff...er, I mean Jeremy Irons.
Blow up your TV, throw away your paper Go to the country, build you a home Plant a little garden, eat a lot of peaches Try an' find Jesus on your own(Your particular deity is optional)
From a song by John Prine