I have a future I have substantial bank accounts Make lotsa money And hope it don?t run out I am a beauty It just takes me four, five hours a day Is
I was born by an old streetlight where the men lean out of their windows at night and I was a lead in the orphan choir, and I sang with all my might
Whatever happened to Duncan? He was a good boy they say The girls all wanted him to dance with, The boys to play, to play When the policeman came knocking
Armies and ice and dirty green Newspapers shovels sand on the breeze I think of Eliot when I smell the street And it?s sometimes wise just to shut your
The town is crouching A field of windmills waits, their stupid heads turning Stirring the night?s bath. Bundles of vapour hang over the factories Whose
I should go to drastic measures Steal enormous works of art Write a piece for eighteen violins It?s no march But it?s a start They rub their eyes and
You are what they call the human season You are all the alphabet in one You are every colour of confusion You are all the silence I've become Love me
Just like St. Francis The little birds come Lonely for a little warm You give them your music But they just want a song Oh no, I?ll never learn But
They?re counting on a guilty conscience to save you But I?m banking on the deep blue eyes and the face too They always said always said always said you
What did I give to you, what did you give to me A nothing trail of silences that warp in the rain You said I don?t really know the reason, it?s just
Here comes again Blood in the vein Seven a.m., the cars come Gotta fly, gotta say goodbye Leave them before they leave me Turning the sheets Rolling
