Streets of burnt-out shells, insurance jobs
A temporary spell in hell and it throbs
It throbs like hell in some divine comedy
It won`t sell and that`s a tragedy
But I know my way home I can get there alone
The day I need you they can feed me to the lions
They can stop trying to get it started
Its heart is gone, its shone for the last time
It`s past time it`s mean time held over in-between time
It`s like Halloween time
I don`t owe you anything
Now I`m out of power
Now I`ve lost my touch
Please don`t touch anything
Every passing hour
Overcomes too much
I don`t owe you anything
There`s a weaker weaker in the other speaker
A weaker echo of my own voice
Reproduced mechanically and electronically
A symphony of frequencies delivering
A slithering sound a pound of flesh
Caught in the mesh of pressure
A special deluxe de-essed it you guessed it
I`m trembling (Untrammeled ?)
I don`t owe you anything
Now I`ve lost my power
Now I`m out of touch
Please don`t touch anything
Every passing hour
Overcomes too much
I don`t owe you anything
Now I`ve lost my mind
Now I`m out of touch
Should you would you could you could
Could you look good back on the street
Your feet get cold you`re too old you`ve been told
You should`ve sold your soul
It`s not worth anything anything out here
Not worth the earth you`re standing on
Earth mother earth hurt sweet mother earth
What are you worth?
I don`t owe you anything
Now I`m out of power
Now I`ve lost my touch
Please don`t touch anything
Every passing hour
All becomes too much
I don`t owe you anything
Now I`ve lost my power
Now I`m out of touch
I don`t owe you anything, ah
Please don`t touch anything, ah
I don`t owe you anything, ah
I don`t owe you anything, ah ah
Please don`t touch anything, ah ah
Then he said his name is Ray
He was a dominating, woman-hating misogynist S.O.B
1 2 3 that`s how easy it`s gonna be
Everything is complete
If you need to cheat
If you want to eat
Even the air, once free
You now pay a fee
You now pay a far if you want air
It`s not really fair
Fair enough, it`s tough stuff
It`s tough to get enough and you laugh
You laugh but you can`t get the staff
Hold onto the raft
It`s my craft
It`s finished, it`s kaput
It`s over, finito Benito
Dead Fred
Gone for a song like old Hong Kong
Gone for a song
