: Streets damp and warm Empty smell metal Weeds between buildings Pictures on my hard drive But I'm the luckiest guy Not the loneliest guy Steam under
: See the great white scar Over Battery Park Then a flare glides over But I won't look at that scar Oh, my nuclear baby Oh, my idiot trance All my idiot
wall of sound to separate us And hid among the junk of wretched highs I sped from Planet X to Planet Alpha Struggling for reality Ha ha ha ha Woo hoo