In the bright-lit station, 3 A.M. in a whose active life is at an end I was met by a man dressed in a panda fur who said, "If I can smiling I can change the world." What
"Lord Straight Banana, Lord Twine, Lord Yo-Yo, they're all friends of mine. Lord Trannie Dolequeue, Lord Zoo, Lord Bishop and Lord Valium, too."
"I know you you have a job but the whole world it's ended. Why do you laugh at the of the senile god on your devilish life depended?"
and broken in a part not seen You'll have no Armegeddon, no more dreams...
Your world, world, your world customer Your world, world, your world, your world
I said, "I'm sure your in what you cannot see has made slumbers sounder but it won't work for me. I am sick of starts, of the promises I've heard from my lips and of a brighter world."
"Now I'm a punchdrunk sailor who cannot land, an exhausted in a grain of sand. who can't be frozen like a teenage corpse must be and tied up in knots."
Fake chrome and a lick of and a change of announced by some menswear turned messenger of a master whose name he pronounce You feast on dregs Get your self-delusions off the peg No new hierarchy, female or No Santa, Elvis or Holy
Shop-soiled and clueless, too indebted to what feeds and defets you--no respect I'm beaten, but I reject world, just like a sentence Without crime or or sin so give the back his skin and give the back their gin--CHORUS