New Wave

Who cares about
Your mystic lies
Is it a claim to some reality
I found myself barefoot
On stones
I don

When i first met you
You were not house trained
A backwood trier
The world

Your star is descending
Round here blindly
Tell your dancing daughter
That there

There were mourners on the street
Of every shape and size
The motorcade came down from redondo
Assassins on the corner tried to throw you a line
You dirty-mouth comic rodolfo
Lenny valentino reside
The pope renounced you as the real one
Lazarus decided to rise
The twentieth century had only begun
Ladies adverted their eyes
Lenny valentino reside
John judnich in the bathroom reading the law
Kitty in the hall with your mother
The girls are sick and tired of your blah blah blah
Some beat-kid said there

They were failing dutifully
If you

Early years
Were a shroud man
Only a grey cloud
Shot in the dark
Hanging out
With your dad
His plans for revenge
In some hick-town
Caravan park
Never keep
A good one down
Early years
Were a dreadnought
Waiting to tread board
And my work
Down the pan
Hanging round
By the back door
One foot in
The stage door
Some disaffected
Fly-by man

Got wired by a cable
Got wild on a table
Scared the shit out of me
All for the free state
The snow and
The greasepaint
I left the singing family