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, 'til 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