This is Mister Blank calling, gorgeous

from the slum which time ignores

where folks use razor blades for toothpaste

and every breath is a holy war

Were you sleeping? Do you hate me?

I've been dozing in the midnight sun

and I've solved all of my problems

Making the many into one



The Good Times are all over

I don't care, it seems I missed them

but I miss your smile, your laugh, your snore,

your fond contempt, your faithful rage



You're a rose

You're a rose in a crown of thorns



You don't mind the queues, the burning trains

The squalid, mute despair

You don't mind deceiving lovers

You ignore the stinking air

Well, now accept you're just a person

Not the touchstone, not the face

of the ages past, their grandeur

and the death-wish of the Master Race



The dawn sky is getting bleaker

Our demise could not be neater

and your face hangs down before me now

like a rootless flame; in awe I stare



You're a rose

on fire

You're a rose in a crown of thorns

Well, I think you'd better hang up on the jerk

It's been too long, too long, too long

From now on there's only gonna be one way

One way traffic now

The door is open, the door is open wide cos I said so...