Blood-sucking hustlers, sisters, brothers, lovers Feeding off each other Blood-sucking hustlers, sisters, brothers, hunters D-Did I stutter, mother*****ers? It was all so long ago I sang you all the songs I wrote You were young and vulnerable I was old Time's a winding centipede Crawling into centuries She will not remember me I need a doctor or a priest or something Santa Claus, the Easter Bunny I need a doctor or a priest or something The police are coming Maybe I just read you wrong Or maybe I've been dead too long I led you on, you went along Time's a winding centipede Burrows in our memories And that is all we'll ever be I need a doctor or a priest or something Saunta Claus, the Easter Bunny I need a doctor or a priest or something The police are coming The universe is expanding But I don't feel a damn thing There's nothing you can do about it Keep on dancing They say it's all expanding But I don't feel a damn thing There's nothing you can do about it Keep on dancing Stars inside wander with the gods tonight Vibrating and harmonized The glitter of the stars inside The universe is expanding But I don't feel a damn thing There's nothing you can do about it Keep on dancing They say it's all expanding But I don't feel a damn thing Love and understanding Were simply too demanding