Through the smoke into the lake Gaping jaws are open wide Racing pulses fade to silence There's a secret they won't tell Too late now for seeking help When it happens you will know it Hints of truth are hideous things
Don't tell anyone
It's not paranoia it's the crooks Phones are ringing off the hook Brother life's a bitch and she's back in heat Soul Train on an epitaph Guess we'll see who's laughing last Massive collapse shrinks past the base of the window They live, we sleep