Electric Music And Summer People

Out on the highway,
I'm doing it my way
Zigzag patients,
Vibrating the ancients
Handing' out money,
The flies making' honey
Beaches aplenty,
The pigs on the levee...
Lets don't be, like everyone else
With the one trip rooms,
And the halfway house
Big black drums,
Beating the night,
Running away... that’s what I like!
Seasons are turning',
Villages burning',
Convalescents
Open their presents
Wandering' children
Ready and willing'...
Beggars and lightweights
Harness the highways 
Lets don't be, like everyone else
With the one trip rooms,
And the halfway house
Big black drums,
Beating the night,
Running away... that’s what I like!
Abandoned coal mine,
We'll have a good time
Red tape rivals,
Recycling bibles
Lets don't be, like everyone else
With the one trip rooms,
And the halfway house
Big black drums,
Beating the night,
Running away... that’s what I like!
Diamond Bullocks
Looking back at some dead world
That looks so new
Offices and fountains
That they named for you
Dazzlements of accidents
Rejoice their doom
Harikaris spinning' round the golden looms
Girl you dream infections
From a nauseous heart
Choice cut meats from derelict boulevards 
Hear that lonesome whistle blow
No direction to be known
In a senile of revelry
A tearful gaze turns away
Eroding cold and gray
Scented eunuchs clothe our wretchedness 
Looking back at some dead world
That looks so new
Offices and fountains
That they named for you
So ungrateful to the who's and what's-his-face
Terrorist confections look so out of place 
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...
Looking back at some dead world...
That looks so new...




   
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