Everybody's talking at me I don't hear a word they're saying Only the echoes of my mind I'm going where the sun keeps shining Thru' the pouring rain Going where the weather suits my clothes
4.5; An unflinchingly realistic, grimly prescient, morbidly thrilling depiction on the deception and degradation alcoholism leads to; NYC stripped of glamour: photograph 3rd Avenue in the grey morning sunlight with a concealed camera to prevent self-consciousness of the crowds