Genocidal tendencies are silly to extreme

After all you're still quite small

You don't know where you've been You was only swearing yesterday

Oh you want to win the world away

But now you got nothing to say Boy you're getting out of hand

You've got to make a stand

So put the coke away Boy you got the do the show

Got to let the people know

You got the strength to stay I can see you run, I can see you hide

Oh your heart is aching

Lost in a dream of what might have been

You're the guide, you're the number one

And your knees are shakin'

Stand and deliver in an endless dream Schizophrenic, photogenic, aggravates me so

Only yes men have a guess man

Watch the spirit go Batman zips the monster as he bleeds

And gets up on the buzz he needs

And a kid on the street just reads

And reads and reads and reads

And reads and reads and reads Boy it's them hard case city blues

Cagney is the news

Does the giant ring a bell? Boy it's the Hudson east river cruise

It's the Empire State buffoons

Oh you know the story well Do you have to run, do you have to hide?

There's a new tomorrow

Yes, you're a mess but you're more than less

When this battles won you can look inside

Oh you did not borrow

Yes you're the best but you still can't rest You know, you know the carnival is closed

Your street's alive with ghosts

But a friend says, "Don't look back"

Don't look back, don't look 'round

Your vision is your fate

Through long electric nights

When a woman helps you write Cheer up mate put the dramas in the past

See you did not have to fast

Euphemism lasts and lasts and lasts

And lasts and lasts and lasts

And lasts and lasts Boy if you've got an axe to grind

Be thankful for this time

For it gives you what you need Boy you've got an eighty eight to play

It'll tell you what to say

It'll tell you when to breathe Boy take a turnpike heading west

Turn the people on to beau geste

'Cause that's what you did the best Boy play the pipes till they're old and worn

Sing the words till they fall forlorn

Like the pieces of a jigsaw jet Boy shoot a rocket clean out of your brain

No these people ain't the same

You can hear another call

They don't show us how to grow

They only show us how to win And boy the secret's in the bicycle shed

Ain't no answers now they're dead

To seek is a mortal sin