In the railway station, 3 A.M. in a town whose life is at an end I was met by a rich man dressed in a fur who said, "If I can smiling I can change the world." What
"Lord Straight Banana, Lord Twine, Lord Biting Yo-Yo, all friends of mine. Lord Trannie Dolequeue, Lord Zoo, Lord Hanging and Lord Valium, too."
"I know you you have a job but the whole world it's ended. Why do you laugh at the dying of the god on your devilish life depended?"
Shop-soiled and in a part not clearly You'll no Armegeddon, no more screams dreams...
Your world, your world, your world Your world, your world, your world, 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 of fresh starts, of the promises I've heard from my lips and of a brighter world."
"Now I'm a punchdrunk who cannot picture land, an exhausted atom in a of sand. who can't be frozen like a teenage corpse must be and tied up in knots."
Fake chrome and a of paint and a change of name by menswear dummy turned messenger of a master name he cannot pronounce You on bargain-basement dregs Get self-delusions off the well-worn peg No new hierarchy, or male No Santa, Elvis or Grail
and clueless, too indebted to inspect what feeds and defets you--no respect I'm beaten, but I reject this world, just like a crime or guilt or sin so give the panda back his and give the berries back gin--CHORUS