The crack station with the men on all the exit doors The damnation on the corners by the flimsy floors And from the top of a tree The skyline of the sea
The pinwheel spinning silent on the empty hall The cold steel on the temple of his shaking skull And from the top of a tree The skyline of the sea
Shakedown and off with your crown The hammer's down on Glamourtown Shakedown and off with your crown I wouldn't get excited 'cuz I don't think you're invited to stay
The black needle staring up at your inverted face You're crouched fetal with your arms in a weak embrace And from the top of a tree The skyline of the sea