Something there I was patrolling a Pachinko Nude noodle model parlor in the Nefarious zone Hanging out with insects under ducting The C.I.A. was on the
Walking out of England thinking you were king Taking on this world, on that bus that goes through Mexico A killer love finds a sweet Mexican girl But
Dal e mi soula, y me incuerdo Did you see my family? We had a sweet simple glory We had a gallant who works for me For I was once an immortal With General
Sometimes, there?s no star shining Scouting the edge of the universe Sometimes, you can?t see a horizon Between the ocean and the earth And just when
I was crawling through a festival way out west I was thinking about love and the acid test But first I got real dizzy with a real rockin' gang Then I
Okay, dream of freedom Under the moon in the dragon room Inside the mind of a soul confined Don't talk about soon in the dragon room Under the scream
It was me, drove off the off ramp Of the sweetheart highway It was me, I admit, I had the map This is what I gotta say We're in Bummed Out City That'
Lord, there goes Johnny Appleseed He might pass by in the hour of need There's a lot of souls Ain't drinking from no well locked in a factory Hey, look
Well, I?ll tell you one thing that I know You don?t face your demons down You got to grab 'em jack And pin 'em to the ground The Devil may care and maybe
Well, I was walking down the high road And this guy stops me He'd just got in from New Zealand And he was looking for mushy peas I said, no, we hadn't
I took a tram into the fourth dimension 'Cos I had the blues, the blues of throwing it all away Just gimme a Tequila, I'll slam it the 4 D way And when
World service bulletin From the nightshift D.J. To all wavebands on Earth Reconnoiter on the killahertz This tune is going out to Marconi To all corners
Gonna take a nitcomb to get rid of me 'Cos I just realized that it was meant to be And I'm singing to all the torn betting slips flying around my feet
Muffle the drums Behold, the new century comes Was it all the amphetamine presidents And their busy wives? Or did Manhattan crumble The day Marilyn died
It's gonna boom Mariachi This really fine piece of madera And this will be the counter Of the Pueblo Tabacalera Shape, it up, shape it up, shape it up
Yeah, oh, one of those top nights of the year And I see everyone's here Oh, took me a long time to get it But when its taken time Think and don't forget
Possible chance, storm Possible chance, gale Welcome to Britain, in the third Millennium This is the diary of a Macedonian, Macedonian He went to Britain
The minstrel boy to the war has gone, In the ranks of death you'll find him; His father's sword he hath girded on, And his wild harp slung behind him; "
