Streets of burnt-out shells, insurance jobs

A temporary spell in hell and it throbs

It throbs like hell in some divine comedy

It won't sell and that's a tragedy

But I know my way home I can get there alone

The day I need you they can feed me to the lions

They can stop trying to get it started

Its heart is gone, its shone for the last time

It's past time it's mean time held over in-between time

It's like Halloween time





I don't owe you anything

Now I'm out of power

Now I've lost my touch

Please don't touch anything

Every passing hour

Overcomes too much

I don't owe you anything





There's a weaker weaker in the other speaker

A weaker echo of my own voice

Reproduced mechanically and electronically

A symphony of frequencies delivering

A slithering sound a pound of flesh

Caught in the mesh of pressure

A special deluxe de-essed it you guessed it

I'm trembling (Untrammeled ?)





I don't owe you anything

Now I've lost my power

Now I'm out of touch

Please don't touch anything

Every passing hour

Overcomes too much

I don't owe you anything

Now I've lost my mind

Now I'm out of touch





Should you would you could you could

Could you look good back on the street

Your feet get cold you're too old you've been told

You should've sold your soul

It's not worth anything anything out here

Not worth the earth you're standing on

Earth mother earth hurt sweet mother earth

What are you worth?





I don't owe you anything

Now I'm out of power

Now I've lost my touch

Please don't touch anything

Every passing hour

All becomes to