And pitchfork at breast
Watching the sky
But it isn't so easy
At the top of the tower
Because to catch fire
Reluctantly the panic begins
But it did not affect
Oh the state office looked
I'm not the only one
Hoping at best
All night I waited
All live heart attack
The steady sale of junk
Of the caped crusader fan club
Driving your heart
Oh you've caught an even atom tan
It looked like Hollywood
To hold off all the rest
Downtown at the bank
Oh you've caught an even atom tan
Away with the flowers
There's plenty people runnin'
The pink hearse is leaving
He dressed right up for it
Wo he blew his lines
His Indian friend
And his ever faithful
Runnin' for cover
At the bunker fire
Shining up his engine
Once last stand
He crumpled the bike
Chained in love stained
Facing the cameras
I waited for a horseman
With make-up bleeding
He suffered the first
All over the cracks
At funeral speed
The brick wall in his life
So easy for lovers
The motor-cyanide
He finally found
Been a multiple shooting
At the top of the speedo
Cyanide suicide
For mankind's prayers
Machine gun
