“Faster! Faster!” said the one you’re after
As he drove away across a sea of alabaster
“South,” I think, escaped his lips
To the azure coast and the sailing ships.
“Later! Later!” said the agitator
No matter how I try I just have to hate her.
She’s good with her hands, a mistress of disguise
The kind of girl you use to hypnotise.
You dream with your eyes and the things you see
Are shadows of the things you’ll never bet.
“Higher! Higher!” said the midnight flyer
“We’ve got whiskey and coke and our own desire
“We’ve got guns and knives and the best by far
“At the end of the day I’ll burn the car.”
They looked out the window at the passing trains
From tenement desolation on the central plains
The sound of thunder was all they heard
Their senses split by the power of a word.
You dream with your eyes and the things you see
Are the shadows of the things you’ll never be.
And Sebas died in machine gun fire
On the street, like a dog, in the devil’s hour.
Died ’cause he couldn’t wait to face the fact
That he’d killed a man and could not retract.
And Meca died where the tenements crumble
Lost in flame he didn’t hear the rumble
As the insects descended from a mechanical sky
Spitting poison and blood from their eyes.
And Pablo died in a hotel room
Blood spilling from his side from a six inch wound
Christ crucified, a cross, a bed
An image of beauty phasing through his head.
And the girl with the shadow for a heart
Took the money and headed south.
Laughter! Laughter! is what we’re after
With insane screams that shake the rafters
When there’s one road out, that’s the road you take.
Better no chance than no escape.
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