Sleepwalking into Town
Thank you
You know my brain;
You're the rain in this hell
That keeps me sane
You're the fallen tree
In the empty woods
What gives way
To the wolves of this world?
Know it's been awhile, and I owe you;
You're not around anymore
No, I didn't mean to unfold you;
You're not around anymore
Behind your eyes, there's nobody;
Nobody's home
Thank you
You know my name;
The pain of these years
Was not in vain
Take me into your heart
Show me the way;
Your strange dreams
Your USA
My friend works in the black paint factory
In the USA
She's got a cubiclе of cement
And a faucet
Turn on thе faucet
Black paint runs through the veins of the great beast
Into the can; fill up the can
Pass it on down the line
Repeat today:
Yesterday, and every day
Screamin' "ooh ooh, baby, I wanna be
In the black paint factory; doesn't everybody?"
In town, the fuzzy old couples come and go
Screaming of Marilyn Monroe
And JFK and a UFO;
Where they all come from, I don't know!
My ex-co-conspirator in the corner
Is a shadow of a man
Of a shadow; talk to him
He is a shadow of a shadow of a shadow of a shadow
Of a shadow
Horse tranquilizer kissed the manager of our bar
So nobody's getting paid; nobody's getting paid
He's sleepwalking into town from the mouth of a lion
And the traffic is picking up; he might not last much longer now
Our sister is alive and well. I got the phone call;
She lives in the ecological district, in a jar
Horse tranquillized her; she lost so much
The real stuff; what you can't buy
She's sleepwalking into town from the mouth of a lion
But the dragon is firing up; she might not last much longer now
But tonight, she's alive and well. I got this phone call;
She lives in the ecological district, in a jar
Horse tranquillized her; she lost so much
Didn’t we all?
Confined to your room;
Your apartment complex
You're complex;
What isn't?
Confined to your room;
Your flat
You're flat;
Get sharp
Confined to your room;
Your bedroom
You're dead;
Get up
There's this place, the Neon Clown
Perched at the top of Neon Clown Avenue
In the center of this old town;
The center of our hometown
I can no longer empathize with you
I wanted to meet you on your home court;
Hot cement stood there to greet me
With the self-made men, who asked me what I'd give
To be a cell in the mouth of one of their miserable fuck machines
In the Neon Clown
At the top of Neon Clown Avenue
I catch up with an old friend
From the heart of our hometown;
Millions of people stuck in that place
All stayin' alive just to save face
See the bar staff, walls, and weirdos
And grab one last drink for the road
I can no longer empathize with you;
There's no one who’d empathize with you
But I'll hold you gently, as you fall
Off the edge of Neon Clown Avenue