Lie Dream Of A Casino Soul (Live, Al's Bar, Los Angeles, 4 July 1981)

歌詞

Well, i didn't eat the weekend But i put the weight back on again And our kid got back from Munich He didn't like it much Has a psyche that hadn't been synthesized Just like machines It's getting like that here now It just goes to show I got no nerves left monday morning And i think i'll cut my dick off The trouble it got me in Went home to my slum canyon On my way i looked up I saw turrets of victorian wealth I saw john the ex-fox Sleeping in some outside bogs There's a silent rumble In the buildings of the night council It's a meeting of controllers Who drive right through the gates In white roll-tops And i guess this just goes to show The lie dream of the casino soul I'm a bit jagged right now In a tongue-tired, wired state Cause sunday morning dancing I had an awake dream I was in the supervision dept. Of a bigtown store Security floors one to four They had cameras in the clothes dummies. A man came up to them He wanted sex in the dummies eyes Then came up the cry: "security, mobilized!" Meanwhile in the sticks Proles rich, dance in cardboard pants And i guess this goes to show The lie dream of a casino souls scene