Lyrics
[HOPE GOES BOTH WAYS:]
known about the board deal, soft blue detail
leeching off the lime light, geometric by night
death ray dawn you swear that sun is machine
kaleidoscope station
high noose, last shift
living in the salt flats, waiting for the last laugh
I can smell the vultures closing in
can’t spot the lips, but I can always smell a rat
…I’m never going back…
growing like a hang nail, lying on the candles
where will I be next? berlin? quebec?
I can tell the fear is back again
clamp and bassoon always leaving on que
living in the daytime, sleeping in the nighttime
I wave goodbye to our gypsy stye
don’t know the sun from the sorrow anymore
because I’m never going back…
what color do you want your deathbed, son?
