In the bright-lit station, 3 A.M. in a town whose active is at an end I was met by a rich man dressed in a 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 you think you have a job but the world knows it's ended. Why do you laugh at the dying of the god on whom your devilish depended?"
and broken in a not clearly seen have no Armegeddon, no more screams dreams...
Your world, your world, your customer Your world, your world, world, your world
I said, "I'm sure your faith in you cannot see has made your slumbers sounder but it work for me. I am of fresh starts, of the promises I've heard my lips and others of a brighter world."
"Now I'm a sailor who cannot picture land, an exhausted atom in a of sand. who can't be frozen like a teenage corpse must be isolated and up in knots."
Fake and a lick of paint and a change of announced by some menswear turned messenger of a master name he cannot pronounce You feast on bargain-basement Get self-delusions off the well-worn peg No new hierarchy, female or No Santa, Elvis or Grail
Shop-soiled and clueless, too to inspect what both feeds and defets respect I'm beaten, but I still this world, just a sentence Without or guilt or sin so give the back his skin and give the berries back gin--CHORUS