Saint of barges. Queen of nails. Sparkling drum sets. And murders of crows. . Metal teeth of. Carousels. Lighting cigars on. Electric chairs. . Buildings are rooks.
With rocks in my dress. And smoke in my hair. I walked into a lake. To get some sleep down in there. . Wont you come to comfort me?. Wont you come to comfort me?.
Now, I lay me down to sleep. I pray my soul to keep. If I die before I wake. I pray my soul to take. . Come on in, come on in. Take me home tonight. .
If I had. If I had more. More would be laid at your feet. . If you give me. Just a little smile. The dogs on my trail wouldn't drag me back to jail. .
Wake up, can you hear me?. You're so clever, did you find me?. In the backroom, in your closet. In your suitcase, there's no running. . I will find you, like the glacier.
All that you say is complimentary. Within these walls where lies are on display. If you hide the truth then rest assured. There's nothing left to say, there's nothing left to do.
The host of the show comes down. To collapse on the ground. And the crime scene revisits me. . This body shut down in Bordeaux. And on the shores of gold coast.
Locked up in the distance. In the falter above us. As the contrails pass, you spoke your mind. Old photos distort you. And you're frowning a smile. As the misery makes you act blind.
Slowing tempo, no place to go. Kill yourself just for the show. Go slowly gay to waste away. Cause we're moving on up to the final day. . So hear me now eld, 'fore your fields start to grow.
Well I done my time in the jail of your mind. and I dug all I could toward the good of your kind. but they say it's better to be twisted black and blue.
(Live at Coney Island High, NYC; David Bowie). . Oh come all you children. Don't grab that scabby hand. It belongs to Mr. Sniff and Tell. It belongs to the candyman.
(Royston Langdon). . I know you know I've been damaged, savaged. You know I know that it's sordid, horrid. But you're not the only one I love. You think you're someone sent from up above.
(A. Langdon). Well...... Don't need no friends in high places. No Mr. Big on the hill. Gonna do my own dirty work, yeah. And when the shit hits the fan.
Oh hear my prayer you people please. Incline your tiny minds to me. It's time to kiss the candyman. It's high time you were here instead of. Fighting, I don't want to fight.
(Royston and Antony Langdon). Can you feel anxiety, anxiety. Do you know that place to go. There changing so.... Oh, there changing so.... . Take the first of each trough we've made.
When your eyes fall down you know you're like a crook. For a second we had everything it took. Nights forever long, we shut it off just right and we were wasting time.
7 6 5 4 3 2 1 Stop!. Bokkie saw me sitting by the BAOBAB. He said "Zero! Are you ready to go?". I put my worries in my pocket and I said so!. Come on Bokkie! Lets go spronking.
Hey you, you don't know me. So don't pretend like you do. I hear the shit you say loud. Your red, white, and blue. You don't have a clue do you? Do you?.
They know they're doing this on the west coast to the east coast. And so do all the stations from Fargo to Chicago. There's local heroes and kids who cant do the math.