I'm on the Outside. Yeah, it's gonna be ok. I don't give a s***. Take me away. I'm On the Above-Below-Outside-Inside. You've got to see this guy. He's not real. So why don't you just ask him. Zebra Johnson. And he'll say : Am I really that bad of a poet. Or am I just pretending. Well, i. e. : Now, do you want to go out for some air. That's all fine and good but now, where do you think i'm going to go. There's no rain. Just cold air and an awful lot of it. From Above. The dead. Are straight ahead. They have the upper hand. They fight. We're caught in the light. From Below.