i was walking in the evening, i was
looking for something good, clean, fine,
pure, straight, but instead i found
the bunker wall and gate.
it was open: i was free. i gave a
token guarantee; though i later knew i
had promised more, with an i.o.u.
i could scarcely score my way... oh! but i herald apocalypse anyway!
i was a prime believer in the faith
of 'i': yellow fever in the cat's eye.
and it's everything you
want, own,love, hate, touch, dream,
trust; and it's everything you need.
i got a heart like a rochet, i
was out of control, i'd cleaned out
my pockets for some luck to show...
really looking like a hopeless case,
i found it in my hand, it was
the angry ace. he wants to talk to
me, one on one, he wants to give
me his professional opinion...but
i'm running; i just can't wait,
i haven't got a moment to anticipate;
yes, i'm running, i just can't stop,
i've got to get to the bottom just to
get to the top, i've got the dark
alleys and the open skies, i got
the yellow fever from the cat's eye.
i'll let you know how it goes in the ninth life. |