The rising moon faces the sickening sun,

as the lights in the tower blocks go on, one by one,

A big shot, overlooking this black iron skyline--

Surrounded by his symbols of prosperity--

Sits back in his new leather chair

ripped off the back of some unfortunate beast.

     I'm smiling through my teeth.

Anybody can be a millionaire,

     so everybody's gotta try

but by the laws of this human jungle

     only the heartless will survive.

& down there--but for the grace of god

          --go I.



The smoke & the steam, & the broken down dreams,

the hope, & the hunger, frustration & anger,

the little drunken lives,--

     driven' through the traffic lights

& away from who they are!



But I've been thinking of you--

     In this great city of great solitude.



Crossin' the central reservation, of my imagination,

Searchin' for the world I...left behind.

A shadow hunting shadows of childhood life.

It's all I want--& all I miss--

but how can I return, to a place that don't exist!!



from Mombosa to Miami, Beiruit to Bangladesh,

I've flown around the world standing

     on the wing of a jet.

tryin' to salvage my emotions

     from the bottom of the oceans--



Y'see I sold my soul, to pay for my dinner.

My stomach grew fatter, but my heart grew thinner,

I ain't foolin' I'm fallin', I wasn't wicked, just weak,

I ain't lyin' I'm dyin', crippled by deceit--



Oh the hand that wrote the agony

     has just begun--

Will be the hand that pulls the trigger

     --of this gun!!!