In the bright-lit station, 3 A.M. in a town active life is at an end I was met by a man dressed in a panda fur who said, "If I can smiling I can change the world." What
"Lord Straight Banana, Lord Twine, Biting Yo-Yo, they're all friends of mine. Lord Trannie Dolequeue, Lord Zoo, Lord Hanging and Lord Valium, too."
"I know you you have a job but the world knows it's ended. Why do you laugh at the of the senile god on whom your life depended?"
Shop-soiled and in a part not clearly You'll have no Armegeddon, no more 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 sick of starts, of the promises I've heard from my lips and 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 a teenage corpse be isolated and tied up in knots."
Fake and a lick of paint and a change of announced by some menswear dummy turned of a master whose he cannot pronounce You feast on dregs Get your self-delusions off the peg No new hierarchy, or male No Santa, or Holy Grail
and clueless, too indebted to inspect what both feeds and 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