In the bright-lit station, 3 A.M. in a town active life is at an end I was met by a rich man in a panda fur who said, "If I can keep smiling I can the world." world?
"Lord Straight Banana, Lord Twine, Lord Yo-Yo, they're all friends of mine. Lord Trannie Dolequeue, Lord Zoo, Lord Hanging and Lord Valium, too."
"I know you you have a job but the world knows it's ended. Why do you laugh at the dying of the god on your devilish life depended?"
Shop-soiled and in a not clearly seen You'll have no Armegeddon, no screams dreams...
Your world, your world, world customer Your world, world, your world, your world
I said, "I'm sure faith in what you cannot see has your slumbers sounder but it won't work for me. I am sick of fresh starts, of the promises heard my lips and others of a brighter world."
"Now I'm a sailor who cannot picture land, an exhausted in a grain of sand. They who can't be frozen like a teenage be isolated and tied up in knots."
Fake chrome and a of paint and a of name announced by some menswear dummy messenger of a master whose name he pronounce You feast on bargain-basement Get your off the well-worn peg No new hierarchy, or male No Santa, Elvis or Grail
and clueless, too indebted to inspect what both feeds and you--no respect I'm beaten, but I reject this world, just a sentence crime or guilt or sin so give the panda back his and the berries back their gin--CHORUS