Genocidal tendencies are silly, too extreme
After all you're still quite small
You don't know where you've been

You was only swearing yesterday
Oh, you wanna 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've 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 shaking
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 off 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 of booze
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 battle's won
You can look inside
All you did not borrow
Yes, you're the best
But you still can't rest

You know, you know
The carnival is closed
Your streets are lined with ghosts
But a princess don't look back

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Your vision is your fight
Through long electric nights
When a woman helps you write

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Na na na
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Na na na

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 ax 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, don't let the earth get in your face
It's a middle-aged displace
It's the middle ages snide

Boy, we're a million miles away
And to think it's so insane
Take a chance on a one way ride

Boy, shoot a rocket clean out of your mind
Oh, these people ain't your kind
No, they ain't your kind at all

Boy, shoot a rocket clean out of your brain
No, these people ain't the same
You can hear another call

Boy, the Incomprehensible starts with Incomprehensible
They don't show us how to grow
They only show us how to win

Hey boy, the secret's in the bicycle shed
Ain't no secret's of the dead
To seek is a mortal sin

Hey, you know, boy, let your madness be the clue
Madness, madness, madness, madness, madness
Madness, madness, madness, madness, madness