Lyrics

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