In the railway station, 3 A.M. in a town whose 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, Paper Twine, Biting Yo-Yo, they're all friends of mine. Lord Trannie Dolequeue, Lord Zoo, Lord Hanging and Lord Valium, too."
"I know you think you a job but the whole world knows ended. Why do you laugh at the dying of the god on whom devilish life depended?"
Shop-soiled and in a part not clearly You'll have no Armegeddon, no screams dreams...
Your world, your world, world customer Your world, your world, your world, world
I said, "I'm sure your faith in what you see has made your slumbers sounder but it won't for me. I am sick of starts, of the promises I've heard from my 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 lick of and a change of announced by some menswear dummy messenger of a whose name he cannot pronounce You feast on dregs Get self-delusions off the well-worn peg No new hierarchy, or male No Santa, or Holy Grail
Shop-soiled and clueless, too to inspect what feeds and defets you--no respect I'm beaten, but I still this world, just like a Without or guilt or sin so give the back his skin and give the berries back their