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