But why when I watch them
Do they beat each other up?
Blowing out through the rain touched playground heights
Bending under the neon seductive red lights
Punching like clockwork, like those four droogs of fame
So what if you donít bother to know you lack a name?
Cog wheels in my body they make me run amok
The knives that Iíve been drinking have left you out of luck
Look at these waywards souls that walk through coal mist mountains!
How forgotten they are! Unreading, tossing their books in fountains
But thatís just the fashion of grace and literati craze
But then how can I see anything in this blacking haze
And all of the night I spend walking through dreams I donít have
And for all that I want- there is nothing about which I can laugh
No pyre that glows ainít worth watching as long as I see the skin
Peel from my eyes with the fire and lift its in to the grin
Of the stars as they look quite sarcastic, hey Rousseau is that you?
I donít really think so because you said all this was true
And so what if she says no it another word for yes
I mean just look at the writing cross her dress
And If she smiles twice donít look back, book it hard
Cause you never know who is carrying your card