Hello little men from the Streets and the sewers Here's number three five seven Or did you think there were fewer One by one, little dominos fall Into pools of cement Where the cracks tell it all s**ing it in Breathing a white light The angels of heaven are here tonight Their choruses sing Their church bells ring The rear of the shots are deafening I am the drooling dog I am the wounded heart I am the happy clown I am the coming down Dropping a line for the forty fourth time Watching the flies drop as the body counts rise Feeling brand new, like the flowers of spring do It's going good for me, how's it going for you Lifting the veil from the camera's dark eye Catching the spirits as they fall from the sky Inhaling the magic and holding it in The blur of where hell ends and heaven begins S** hyptnotism, I've got the sickness I tried to stop my body, but it wouldn't listen Asked myself out for a joyride quick drive You came along 'cause you wanted a joyride Flashed me a smile and took it all in Pushed back in my seat as we [?] the drive-in Burned down the high way in a straight, straight line You hit my foot and sent it down the red line Turned the car onto a back road I hit something hard, what was it, I don't know Rolled over and over atleast six times Laughed when we hit, we were feeling so fine I took your bleeding heart out with my left hand The dirt in my head soon turned to [?] quick sand Ignite your eyes, buy now, die later Hold the flame, Hang on to your dream