Well they paid him the advance,
and waited for the book
But the writer didn't care none,
no he didn't give a F F F F
Fortune squandered,
he's drugged up bad
They called him insane,
the called him a fag
Somewhere in the city,
unanswered prayers
Somewhere in the city,
one man, one man dared
He's got 'em searching the attic,
and tearing down walls
Emptying cupboards,
and ripping up floors
I know it's here,
a secret told
I'll tell ya it's true man,
it's literate gold
Slurring speech,
in interviews
Looking a little fat
Bloodshot eyes,
don't forget the hat
I know it's here,
a secret told
I tell ya' it's true man,
only he knows,
only he knows,
only he knows where to bulldoze