call the old doctor
or get out of the game
no time for more lies

shove him out there
with a pair of wings and a prayer

in and out of focus

how did this happen?

where?
why stop there?
why stop anywhere?

think backwards
the brush must be cut at a certain time

yes boys
that's me there
by the cement mixer

so pack your enemies Mary
we are getting out of here

the beginning is also the end
don't we have any friends?

don't we have some refugee?
a black silvery star
down from the sky

not so
more like good-bye.