…The islander slips into hiding And takes to his heels Out of dark Northland The murky house of Sara He whirled out of doors as snow Arrives as smoke in the yard To flee from bad deeds There he had to become someone…

…like dollars, you like the taste of it. You live in your condo, you like to life high, its closer to the rich mans sky, you like to see obove the cities, it makes you feel, hanrdome and me pretty, you like to order…