> the cautious TALK of a city under suspicion

> a perfumed COLLISION...
> with the REAL meaning of a girl

> working in the DARK... from the velvet shadows...
> in the... black-wood of engines
> YOU'RE in suspenSION...
> in the BEST of all possible worldS

> FURNished ROOMS...
> in tune... with the FROZEN taSTE of MONEY

> a broKEN TELEvision
> F L I C K E R S ...
> in the CORNer of one EYE

> a variety show
> that goes BELOW... the FREEZING point of NUmbers

> TO UNDERSTAND... an episode
> of a dream that MONEY can buy

> when a necromancer's CRUCIFIX...
> and FIFTY dead assistants...
> a beer by a dried UP founTAIN
> it's the festival of the spoons: WHATever that is

> TWO scrumpets dance with rainbow feathers...
> on the lines of least resistance...
> into the middle DISTANCE...
> of a supermarket TUNE

>      FAMILIAR GROUND...
> he stops her BREATH with the sneak-thief kiss of a roscoe
> LOVE LETTERS from MOSCOW
> calling for the hard-ware of surprise
> IN A JEALOUS TOWN...

> where desperation...
> isn't WORTH the trouble
> meet your DOUBLE... in an episode...
> of a DREAM that money can BUY

> bye bye love
> say goodnight irene: to the magnetism of the MOMENT
> the FUTURE fAILS to fEAture
> beyond the fORCE fIELDS of their EYES

> DECADENT WAVES: Depraved Danger
> or a plaything of the rodents
> not quite the KIND of CREATURE
> with WHOM they socialise

LYRICS © JOHN COOPER CLARKE