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Knocking at the window, standing in the rain

Ulysses smiles as he takes his pills

the street walker knows his middle name

she understands why he's dressed up to kill

poor little rich boy born to the thin woman

the papers said he'd never be deprived

the dust shifted in and out of time

he lost his grip on his privileged life



Now he's got children and a fat lady

who watch over him and he watches them

the house is brimming over with inside information

if learning is a crime it's looking grim!



I've got my hands in the water dipping in the dirty

there might be a witness I better keep out of sight

they've got their feet in the doorway

trying not to hurt me

this'll be the end of wasted sleepless nights

wasted sleepless nights



Somewhere in the dark room there's a sign on the door

that says "help for those who got the urge to stray"

they've got boudoirs and operating theatres

and microphone apostles who got nothing to say

now the finger's moving in for the kill

save up your breath! slow down your death!

don't you know they weren't around

when the loving angel said "don't seek the living

out here with the dead"...



I've got my hands in the water dipping in the dirty

there might be a witness I better keep out of sight

they've got their feet in the doorway

trying not to hurt me

this'll be the end of wasted sleepless nights

wasted sleepless nights



Staring voices from the dark room

they are the wind that blows forever around the sun

they are the beating of the city drum

and if you could see me now

you'd burn a fifty dollar bill!

take Valium and arithmetic

take a calculated thrill



Staring voices from the dark room

Staring voices from the dark room

Staring voices from the dark room



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