I'm going to make you even fear the dream

you dream

So don't even think about it don't make a wish

You think that I don't see you as you trawl

those young weak fish

Hooked on those poor wonders, till they want

you alone

Though they can't tell a cuckoo-clock from the

squeals of saxophones

That's when they'll fear my name

Stalin Malone



I'm telling you the day will come when this

man gets what he merits

Though people still wear animal skins to ward

off evil spirits

Only wife-swapping and witchcraft woke the

dormitory town

'Til horse's heads up in the trees came

dripping down

Yes, horse's heads up hung in the trees after

the bird had flown

Did you wonder of my whereabouts as the

barrack-room was blown

Did anybody call my name?

Stalin Malone



In a room called creation, where you all obey

my laws

Where Seconal is gravity and pain is like

applause

You think that this phenomenon is some

coincidence

But I've got people everywhere, you're under

my surveillance, in the pocket of my pants

Okay, she left me, but I'll soon get over that

Falling out of the "Blood Tub" and rolling, on

my back

Waking up to the one o'clock gun with a

Punch and Judy bird

Reaching out for a gelignite beer that fills me

up with murder

To overhear forbidden songs her lover must

have known

Between the pity and advice... "There's no one

here to help you now, but speak after the tone"

Leave for me a message of hope

Stalin Malone



Now the church door is a roller-shutter with

padlocks and keys

Just like all of the other dispensaries

The saloon is lik