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 smiling I can change the world." world?
"Lord Banana, Lord Paper Twine, Biting 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 of the senile god on whom your devilish depended?"
and broken in a part not clearly You'll have no Armegeddon, no more dreams...
Your world, world, your world customer Your world, your world, world, your world
I said, "I'm sure your faith in you cannot see has your slumbers sounder but it won't work 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 punchdrunk sailor who picture land, an exhausted atom in a of sand. They who be frozen like a teenage corpse must be isolated and up in knots."
chrome and a lick of paint and a change of announced by some menswear turned messenger of a master whose he cannot pronounce You on bargain-basement dregs Get your off the well-worn peg No new hierarchy, or male No Santa, or Holy Grail
Shop-soiled and clueless, too indebted to what feeds and defets you--no respect I'm beaten, but I still this world, just a sentence Without or guilt or sin so give the panda his skin and the berries back their gin--CHORUS