| I was walking in the evening, |
| I was looking for something good, clean, fine, pure, straight, |
| but instead I found the bunker wall and gate. |
| It was open: I was free. |
| I gave a token guarantee, |
| though I later knew I had promised more, |
| with an I.O.U. I could scarcely score my way… |
| but I herald Apocalypse anyway! |
| (I was a prime believer in the faith of 'I' - |
| yellow fever in the cat’s eye.) |
| And it’s everything you want |
| And it’s everything you own |
| And it’s everything you love |
| And it’s everything you hate |
| And it’s everything you touch |
| And it’s everything you dream |
| And it’s everything you trust |
| And it’s everything you need. |
| I got a heart like a rocket, I was out of control, |
| I’d cleaned out my pockets for some luck to show… |
| Really looking like a hopeless case, |
| I found it in my hand, it was the Angry Ace. |
| He wants to talk to me, one on one, |
| he wants to give me his professional opinion… |
| but I’m running, I just can’t wait, |
| I haven’t got a moment to anticipate; |
| Yes, I’m running, I just can’t stop, |
| I’ve got to get to the bottom just to get to the top, |
| I’ve got the dark alleys and the open skies — |
| I got the yellow fever from the cat’s eye. |
| I’ll let you know how it goes in the ninth life. |