I´m going to make you even fear the dream you dream
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

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
Until horse´s heads up in the trees came dripping down
Yes, horse´s heads 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?
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

Now the church door is a roller-shutter with padlocks and keys
Just like all of the other dispensaries
The saloon is like a casket, stained wood and human dust
Stale with conversation that hangs on your clothes like smoke
The wooden clock said time for her to dance
Dressed only in a flower
As the jazz band drowns the hysterical bird
That it spits out on the hour
I´d drop out of sight and disappear, turn up in another town

But somehow I can´t seem to put it down now, put it down
You´re probably wonder why I´m here, I don´t trust myself alone
Do I have to see her fall into his arms before I can atone
Get my jacket on, get my story straight
I´m leaving on my own