and all the medicine went to my head again late last night

And all the medicine went to my head again. Late last night, my bed of saccharine, my bad amphetamine, I was lit from within, burning with means and ends. And the city life is like sugar high, knocking me out, keeping me wired. It's incredible,
unsteady chemicals come and go the ebb and flow. When the measure of your work is the measure of your worth, then you better make it work.
There's some people I could name, but it's not the time or place to split hairs with the guys downstairs. They'll get their fair share I'm sure. The frequency is gonna take us there.
And the city kids, the angry with-it kids, hate everything the first time. It's incredible, the kind of chemicals knocking aroud in my mind. In the winter of my night I found a desperate kind of light, and nothing comes without a fight.
You want to know where the good thoughts grow, but you ought to know where all the good thoughts go. You can't afford to miss a day. Call in sick, you better stay that way. Stay that way.