And in the death, as the last few corpses lay rotting in the slimy thoroughfare, the shutters lifted an inch in Temperance Building high on Poacher's Hill And red mutant eyes gazed down on Hunger City No more big wheels. Fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats. And ten thousand people-oids split into small tribes, coveting the highest of the sterile sky-scrappers like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love Me Avenue Ripping and re-wrapping mink and shiny silver fox now leg warmers Family badge of sapphire and cracked emerald. Any day now, the Year of the Diamond Dogs This ain't rock 'n' roll this is GENOCIDE