See the man who is sane in his own maniacal way watch him fade into view razor blade cute in his little red suit
Like a pastiche of the function and anatomy of a crowded bar selling pictures of the wagging tongue on a girl who should have been a star
An old nightmare slowly flexes in his faded memory that used to be the lust inside his jeans
See the man who is sane in his own maniacal way watch him fade into view razor blade cute in his little red suit
And his image is much more than we imagine much more than we can dream and he is extra ordinary always looks a million
With a racetrack for his playground and a house in the enchanted wood when he drives his Spanish galleon his redemption is misunderstood
As the holy moment snatches at his ragged sense of ease his final pieces softly fall away
See the man who is sane in his own maniacal way watch him fade into view razor blade cute in his little red suit...