riding on the rickshaw

taking in the sights

passing all the sicko bars

pulling out a light

sucking in the super jets

blowing out the news

feels like a tragedy

i got the slicker city blues

the flowers of evil

the flowers of evil

the flowers of evil

will surely grow

crackle up your color box

count up all your change

make it all seem tolerable

get yourself enraged

give 'em all a sucker punch

bring it to a head

shove it down their throats

all eyes are flashing red

going through motions of life

dancin' 'neath the stars and the strife

dancin' by the sea stars

shaking up a shirt

throw away your language

keep from getting hurt

fallin' through the night

fallin' through the day

were living in some faulty times

you can hear them say