And there's a fire on

the Junk island where

they send their garbage.

Is anybody listening?



After work we'll watch

the seagulls diving in

and out of the lashing towers of flame. 



It twinkles like a pile 

of rotting jewels left

to bake in the sun.

Is anybody listening?



And we're just like those condom wrappers

used up, torn up.

Thrown away.

And we're just like yesterday's headlines: 

drifting, floating, towards the blaze.



'If we rob the

liquor store we could

be in Tijuana by the crack of dawn.

and if we rob the

Mayor's mansion 

we could pawn his modern art and make a fortune.

and if we rob the lonely widow,

we could steal her credit cards

and buy a cottage by the Ocean

And we could swim in to Junk Island

we'll burn up like the seagulls and the whiskey bottles.



We're scrapped Valentines.

We're tangerine rinds.

We're Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes, Crimes.



And the children

in the subway

eating applecores.

Is anybody listening?

They're breathing paint out of plastic bags.

Their mumbled mouths say:

"Is anybody listening?"



Oh-Ooh. Oh-Oooh.