To catalogue and number every stone cold dream And I've seen Sal thumbing his way up to the stars I've seen angels in the shooting galleries
I've seen a death warrant out on the moon I saw what happened when the prophet spoke too soon And I heard the radio sneeze into the evening And all the bat-squeak singers selling fake hope to the sleeping
I've seen the cover up of cold hard facts Burning acid holes in the magazine racks I saw Jenny have a baby in the street Where they're playing blindman's bluff between the dying and the concrete
I've seen a paper corpse holing up a doorway I heard the lonely voices singing, "Yeah, I did it your way" And I held the future up to a looking glass It bears a striking resemblance To the embers of the past
I've seen the chorus girls the ribbon and the rot Seen electoral debates on the glass-rim of a whiskey shot And I caught the glimmer in a hurricane's eye I've seen these AK-47's with their noses to the sky
I smelled the ghosts of the ashes and the orchids I've got promises tattooed on the insides of my eyelids And I'll be watching when the Richter reaches 10 I bled by these weapons babe and now I'm one of them