I believe all that 
I read now night has come off the corners shadows flicker sweet end tame dancing like crazy mourners the man with the hotdogs sells lemonade someone over there needs first aid while me and the rest of the world await the touch of the motorcade no one finds time to turn a blind eye you can't be too careful nowadays and my friend says 'listen.. to the stupid things they're making you say' 
Here comes the motorcade moving so slow and hard like a snake in a closet holding sway in the boulevard here is your man all faces turn unanimously the small fry who sizzle in his veins in all security 
In the back of his car into the null and void he shoots the man of the centre of the motorcade has learned to tie his boots in the back of his car in the null and void he sees the man at the centre of the motorcade can choose between coffee and tea 
In the boulevard - the motorcade hold sway