In the railway 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 smiling I can change the world." What
"Lord Banana, Lord Paper Twine, Lord Biting Yo-Yo, all friends of mine. Trannie Dolequeue, Lord Private 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 of the senile god on whom your life depended?"
and broken in a not clearly seen You'll no Armegeddon, no more screams dreams...
Your world, your world, your world Your world, your world, your world, your
I said, "I'm your faith in what you cannot see has made your slumbers sounder but it won't for me. I am sick of fresh starts, of the promises I've my lips and others of a brighter world."
"Now I'm a sailor who cannot picture land, an exhausted atom in a of sand. They who can't be frozen like a corpse be isolated and tied up in knots."
Fake chrome and a of paint and a change of name by some menswear dummy turned of a master whose name he cannot You on bargain-basement dregs Get your off the well-worn peg No new hierarchy, female or No Santa, or Holy Grail
Shop-soiled and clueless, too indebted to what both and defets you--no respect I'm beaten, but I reject world, just like a sentence Without crime or or sin so the panda back his skin and give the back their gin--CHORUS