don't look up there's something in the air i've been drugged it's setting in i swear cause i feel it washing over me like a seed growing up in my spleen
get you up my few good gentlemen time to sit and destroy our intestines crying oh, one day you'll come to me we'll make homes, buy happy families
he was a thousand cheers, gone for years in his married house he said i don't believe what's come between us oh it's going south and he said wife i'm going midnight roaming makes me feel alive after all don't you know it's summer solstice number 55
here he comes mustached old vagrant middle aged sports-jerseyed stumbling drunk but somehow, somehow he speaks to me like a voice calling out from a dream