Good thieves of burning cars encirle poisoned rivers minds and hearts Horses want to dance but find their wings are damaged, water damaged Gold is selling now but hurry mighty ocean rising fast A big man with a Plan has got a storm a coming Monster coming
Yer dead man half alive who hangs from helping numbers 1,2,5 His ears pricked with their knife hears that the east are coming, west are coming From Gravity's Rainbow the axis here is still unknown The children's faces glow. The wasteland guides them wasteland guides them