The Fall


Well, I didn't eat the weekend

But I put the weight back on again

And our kid got back from Munich

He didn't like it much

Has a psyche that hadn't been synthesized

Just like machines

It's getting like that here now

It just goes to show

I got no nerves left Monday morning

And I think I'll cut my dick off

The trouble it got me in

Went home to my slum canyon

On my way I looked up

I saw turrets of Victorian wealth

I saw John the ex-fox

Sleeping in some outside bogs

There's a silent rumble

In the buildings of the night council

Executing the mind controllers

I drive right through the gates

Sucked in my roll tops

And I guess this just goes to show

The lie dream of the casino soul

I'm a Mick Jaggar right now

In a tongue-tied, wired state

Cause Sunday morning dancing

I had an awake dream

I was in the supervision dept.

Of a bigtown store

Security floors one to four

They had cameras in the clothes dummies.

A man came up to them

He wanted sex in the dummies eyes

Then came up the cry:

"Security, mobilize!"

Meanwhile in the sticks

Proles wretch, dance in cardboard pants

And I guess this goes to show

The lie dream of a casino souls scene

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