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?.
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.
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 phone, well, such is life.
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;.
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 I got there you know it had certain similarities.
Well, Ill tell you one thing that I know. You dont face your demons down. You got to grab 'em jack. And pin 'em to the ground. . The Devil may care and maybe God he wont.
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 there goes.
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 of the globe.
Once I got to the mountain top, tell you what I could see. Prairie full of lost souls running from the priests of iniquity. Where the hell was Elijah.
It's nine o'clock in the Chinese Take-Away. And I blame the effects on the Gamma Ray, the Gamma Ray. Well, losing out on Mah Jong. I set my watch to Hong Kong.
Bienvenidos. . que buena ondaaa que buena onda. . gracias. . mira lo que haz hecho con todo nuestro. . y esto para ti. . hechame ami la culpa. de todos tus temores.
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 of a jet machine.
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 it.
Late news breaking this just in. Late news breaking this just in. Yeah, coolin' out. Yeah, coolin' out. Yeah, coolin' out. . God sure baked a lot of fruitcake, baby.
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 saw the coma girl, on the excitement gang.
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.
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 really got 'em round here.
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 there goes.
Sometimes, theres no star shining. Scouting the edge of the universe. Sometimes, you cant see a horizon. Between the ocean and the earth. . And just when youre thinking.
If I could be you. And you could be me. For just one hour. If we could find a way. To get inside. Each other's mind, mmm. If you could see you. Through your eyes.