Here come old flat top. He come grooving up slowly. He got joo joo eyeball. He one holy roller. He got hair down to his knee. Got to be a Joker, he just do as he please.

He wear no shoeshine. He got toe jam football. He got monkey finger. He shoot Coca-Cola. He say I know you, you know me. One thing I can tell you is you got to be free.

Come together right now over me.

I read the read the news today, oh boy.

4000 holes in Blackburn Lancashire.

And though the holes were rather small.

They had to count them all.

Now they know how many holes it takes to fill the Albert Hall.

I’d love to turn you on.

There’s a retired businessman named Red. He’s cast down from heaven and out of his head. Feeds off of everyone that he can touch.

He said he only deals in cash or sells tickets to a plane crash. He’s not someone you play around with much.

There ain’t no turning back when the foot of pride comes down… ain’t no turning back.

Hear you have a brother named James. Don’t forget faces and names . Sunken cheeks and his blood is mixed.

Looks straight into the sun and says revenue is mine.But he drinks and drinks can be fixed.

Sing me one more song about you, love me till the morning stranger. And your fall by the sword love affair with Errol Flynn.

In these times of compassion, where conformity is in fashion. Say one more stupid thing before the final nail is driven in.

There ain’t no turning back when the foot of pride comes down… ain’t no turning back.

Maybe I’m just like my father, too bold.

Maybe you’re just like my mother.

She’s never satisfied.

Why do we scream at each other.

This is what it sounds like when doves cry.

She lives with a broken man.

A cracked polystyrene man.

Who just crumbles and burns.

He used to do surgery.

For girls in the eighties.

But gravity always wins.

And it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing.

She tastes like the real thing.

My fake plastic love.

Why don’t you tell me about the mystery dance?

I want to know about the mystery dance?

Why don’t you show me. Cause I’ve tried and I’ve tried and I’m still mystified.

I can’t do it anymore and I’m not satisfied.

Well I remember when the lights went out.

I was trying to make it look like it was never in doubt.

She thought that I knew and I thought that she knew. Both of us were willing… but we didn’t know how to do it.

Why don’t you tell me about the mystery dance?

‘The problem is all inside your head.’ she said to me.

“The answer is easy if you take it logically.”

“I’d like to help you in your struggle to be free. “

“There must be 50 ways to leave your lover.”

Outside, there’s a tree in gardens.

Its roots in earth are under frost.

Whose limbs sway easy in the winds.

Like the way some minds can toss.

The morning light ends early.

Somehow, warmth is on the day.

And some of us just grow older.

While others just go away.

Give me crack and anal sex.

Take the only tree that’s left.

And stuff it up the hole that is your culture.

She lives with a broken man.

A cracked polystyrene man.

Who just crumbles and burns.

He used to do surgery.

For girls in the eighties.

But gravity always wins.

And it wears him out.

She looks like the real thing.

She tastes like the real thing.

My fake plastic love.