His photograph was taken in 1980 in New York on a 
subway train
He emerges days later, the sun in his eyes, and it 
started all over again
It spreads through the city like a hand-made virus and 
catching a glimpse of their lives
Beggars and bankers and flyboys and hookers all hang on 
together inside

He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah
He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah

Criminally minded and partially blinded, surviving on 
minimal sleep
Scars on his face and a stone in the place where his 
heart would previously beat
Travelling even faster in the wake of disaster and 
reaching at you from the bleak
Escaping and hiding or simply surviving, way down in 
the fluorescent deep

He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah
He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah ah ah

His photograph was taken in 1980 in New York on a 
subway train
Then he hit self-destruct with a battering ram and it 
started all over again

He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah
He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah

He's either dead or in serious trouble
He's either dead or in serious trouble
He's either dead or in serious trouble
He's either dead or in serious trouble