I'm going to make you even fear the dream you dream

So don't even think about it don't make a wish

You think that I don't see you as you trawl those young weak fish

Hooked on those poor wonders, 'til they want you alone

Though they can't tell a cuckoo-clock from the squeals of saxophones

That's when they'll fear my name

Stalin Malone



I'm telling you the day will come when this man gets what he merits

Though people still wear animal skins to ward off evil spirits

Only wife-swapping and witchcraft woke the dormitory town

'Til horse's heads up in the trees came dripping down

Yes, horse's heads up hung in the trees after the bird had flown

Did you wonder of my whereabouts as the barrack-room was blown

Did anybody call my name?

Stalin Malone



In a room called creation, where you all obey my laws

Where Seconal is gravity and pain is like applause

You think that this phenomenon is some coincidence

But I've got people everywhere, you're under

my surveillance, in the pocket of my pants

Okay, she left me, but I'll soon get over that

Falling out of the "Blood Tub" and rolling, on my back

Waking up to the one o'clock gun with a Punch and Judy bird

Reaching out for a gelignite beer that fills me up with murder

To overhear forbidden songs her lover must have known

Between the pity and advice... 

"There's no one here to help you now, but speak after the tone"

Leave for me a message of hope

Stalin Malone



Now the church door is a roller-shutter with padlocks and keys

Just like all of the other dispensaries

The saloon is like a casket, stained wood and human dust

Stale with conversation that hangs on your clothes like smoke

The wooden clock said she would dance dressed only in flower

As the jazz band drowns the hysterical bird that it spits out on the hour

I'd drop out of sight and disappear, turn up in another town, but somehow

I just can't seem to put it down, put it down, put it down

I just want to hold her now in that I'm not alone

but do I have to see her fall into his arms before I can atone..

Get my jacket on, get my story straight, I'm leaving on my own