作曲 : Jukebox The Ghost There's a dead man hanging, slumped over the steering wheel of an interstate Runaway bursting into flames And the devil was gently breathing, sleeping face-down in my Apartment, and like all his friends I'm growing tired of his games... And there's a homeless man arranging his hands, grooving to the beat Radiating from a police scanner, who said "The air was feeling good toMe, just as cool and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely Believes in UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground...(This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17, one whichGod himself dictated to me, he said, "This is how all this ****s gonnaBe when I blow your little planet into smithereens." It haunted myDreams like an accident on reply on a TV screen.) She sees faces in her dreams--strange machines she'd never seen Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire need And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd Dictating seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds And there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies And a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of beady eyes A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round Because they all will want a front seat when **** starts going down Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines making deals and Swapping photographs of cans of gasoline, and there are no angels in the woodwork Or devils on the ground, and they are looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of Sound and a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around and she is looking In behind him from inside a wall of sound and she is dancing with the neon because The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the Distance in the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when there's no Time to load a weapon and no time to make amends and people frozen in their tracks Staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing... A pair of beady eyes! A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! This is not a test, this is the real thing... This is not a test, this is the real thing...
作曲 : Jukebox The Ghost There's a dead man hanging, slumped over the steering wheel of an interstate Runaway bursting into flames And the devil was gently breathing, sleeping face-down in my Apartment, and like all his friends I'm growing tired of his games... And there's a homeless man arranging his hands, grooving to the beat Radiating from a police scanner, who said "The air was feeling good toMe, just as cool and ripe as air can be," and a woman who sincerely Believes in UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground...(This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17, one whichGod himself dictated to me, he said, "This is how all this ****s gonnaBe when I blow your little planet into smithereens." It haunted myDreams like an accident on reply on a TV screen.) She sees faces in her dreams--strange machines she'd never seen Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire need And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd Dictating seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds And there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies And a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of beady eyes A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round Because they all will want a front seat when **** starts going down Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines making deals and Swapping photographs of cans of gasoline, and there are no angels in the woodwork Or devils on the ground, and they are looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of Sound and a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around and she is looking In behind him from inside a wall of sound and she is dancing with the neon because The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the Distance in the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when there's no Time to load a weapon and no time to make amends and people frozen in their tracks Staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing... A pair of beady eyes! A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around! This is not a test, this is the real thing... This is not a test, this is the real thing...
