What is your destiny? the policewoman said (20% amnesia) The word that she wanted was destination I'm afraid (20% amnesia) This is your future boy, this
1-2-3,2-2-3 The twitching impulses to speak your mind I'll lend you my microscope and maybe you will find it Is it in that ugly place that's just behind
When nobody knows she puts on secret clothes And lies in the meadow with her hands tied behind her back I won't refuse if you know how to use it Just
She'll fix you with an iron cross And cover you up with petals And hang you up with some amber beads And four or five precious metals And in that black
Blessings I don't count Small mercies and such The flags may lower as we approach the favourite hour Now there's a tragic waste of brutal youth Strip
I'm just about glad that I knew you once And it was more than just a passing acquaintance I'm just about glad that it was a memory That doesn't need
Here in the bar, the boys like to have fun There's a wager lost and an argument won There's a stone-washed damsel on a junk food run It's a kinder murder
Outside my window Not long before sleep arrives They come with their sirens And they sweep away all the boys Busy draining the joy from their lives They
My science fiction twin Is doing better than expected He captured a little blonde trophy wife Who's really very well connected And when he calls home
She lives on Pony Street And they should scatter flowers at her feet But when they come calling I think it's appalling They're sober and they're polite
The chains from the bridle and the reins fell from my hands The engines are idle and the ship sails on dry land I stood there stupefied, I thought I
Do you love him Or is it still too soon to know? When I think back a couple of days Before I found you in his spell Was there a warning? What can I say
She wears a wedding ring her sister lent To throw them off the scent Just let them guess, it's what they expect Who in the world has bitten her neck?
But it's by Julie Andrews And not by John Coltrane Endless balmy breezes and perfect sunsets framed Vintage wine for breakfast And naked starlets floating in Champagne All the passions of your youth
Take your tiny feet out of your mother's shoes Or there is going to be a terrible scene It's not just the lipstick drawn on crooked When they find how
