Penultimo

Bowery is tame Not the way, it used to be Kids come out of nowhere Due to be beach Prepared to tell Nothing to see, Here Here Prepared to tell Nothing to see, Here Here Hunger is strange Keeps happening to me The lady's not a narc She's just a lady Prepared to fail Fail to prepare Prepared to fail Fail to prepare Wait at the corner Meet me you know where I can hardly see This side of glass Men chase past Without turning round When's your next show Should I even talk Or hit him with a chain Something tells me you You're wrong In fact, you're very wrong The more you see, walking He's not the man Used to be Prepared to feel, Fail to prepare Prepared to fail Fail to prepare Wait, at the corner Meet me you know where I can hardly see, This side of glass Men are chasing past Without turning round When's your next show, should I even talk Or hit them with a chain