This ain't no daydream,
This ain't no disco,
This is a
Lion
On the
Prowl,

This is a
Wolf
In sheep's
Clothing ,

And ******
Bells
Clanging
The hour
Of
Destruction

All these
Hungry hours
Leave me
Wanting,

I hear
My last
Thought
Drown
In voice,
Moving lips
Telling
Of
The blues,

Who blues,
My blues
Strung
On a string
Of illusion

Eating up
The night,
Eats me
Up
Inside,
All the time
Clanging
The hour
Of formation,

Wing it,
Watch it
Sail
Right
Over
Your head

Who blew
Up
The bus?
We
Blew up
The
Bus,

It was us,

We come
Cheaper
By the pound

You way up,
You lay up,
Think of
Rocks,
Socks,
Electric
Clocks,

You call,
You fall,
You think
Of nothing
At all

Its all
A slight dream
Minor hallucination,
Psychotropic sandwich,
Relish and
Mustard
Gas,


Eat up,
Beat up,
Can we
Have this dance.

Beach front,
Beach front
Bikini
Baby,

In your
Seventeenth
Year,

This last
Stupid
******
Situation,

Rusty nail,
Rusty nail
Driven,
Rusty
Nine penny
Nail
Driven,

Rusty Nine
Penny nail
Driven
Right through
This
Dream.