Raining fire, 'cross the ocean. Another mad man, done struck again. Raining fire, 'cross the ocean. Another mad man, done struck again. . Sitting down here, fallout shelter.
Rain and fire crossed that ocean. Another mad man done struck again. Rain and fire crossed that ocean. Another mad man done struck again. . Sitting down here fallout shelter.
Kid out of touch. Laying down with a dream. On a runaway night. Got a feel for the scene. . A girl with lots of tricks. Like to lay them on me. I'd forgotten what it's like.
She wakes in the morning. Got a smile on her face. She's not sentimental. About her night's embrace. Another lucky day. Lucky night on the town. Man she got the touch.
I can't believe. That I survived til Friday. I grab my coat. And make a run for where I. Hide and dream and lie all afternoon. . I call you up. Although you work on Sunday.
Think of it, I, hold the world in the palm of my hand. Run a comb through my hair, head on out for some new foreign land. And all this could seem like a dream out the door.
In home theaters. Still projecting. Undestructing. A voice from the back of your. Double feature. Soft and harder. Wait. In silence. While planning your attack.
in coral and gray. In submarine chambers. One day. It swam for the light. . The jewels that lit. The cities that float there. Cities in circles drawn perfect complete.
Give me a home. Where the past won't pay no mind. In case i'm bringing my own. Bring me a team of replacements. Just in case the place I'm taking's my own own own.
First my trusty voice cracked, like it's not plain to see,. A sidewalk step defaults on my debt to the order of society.. Behold our first rate lady, as if you hadn't guessed,.
You went looking for shelter in all the wrong spaces. You grew gluttonous and famous with faces. Nameless and blank, superstitiously you name them. . St. Christopher and Johanna.
I said my. My slow descent. Into alchoholism it went. To my head. Where I really need it. With abuse that remained untreated. . I said my my my. My slow descent.
It was crime at the time but the laws we changed 'em. Though the hero forgot us for another sane one (??). Introducing for the first time, Phil on the microphone...
let me through. paper and fist. jessica numbers tell me if. we're clear. write me a storm. just tape the letter to the door. . this thing is your mission.
People of Earth we have heard your station. Sold your song to the United Nations. all on a debt to. the heads of state (yeah). what could you do in this situation?.
We're lit by a torch. As we kneel in the court of the king. As we sift through the bones of an idol. We dig for the bones of an idol. When the will is gone.
The sound of God is the screech of tires,. Lights and magnets, bolts and wires,. Strayed from the road, this very one.. Still to come:. . The sound of tires is the sound of God,.