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I was followed home by a weighing machine |
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On De Chirico Street |
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It said, "What do you know?" |
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I said, "What do you mean?" |
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On De Chirico Street |
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And the numbers turned to fingers |
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And the fingers turned to flies |
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And they buzzed around your portrait |
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I was followed home by a 73 |
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On De Chirico Street |
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It was advertising you and me |
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On De Chirico Street |
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In the photograph we kissed |
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The conductor's name was Milo |
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As the bus went past, he hissed |
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Flesh head |
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A hyena sprang, she was on all fours |
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On De Chirico Street |
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And her outline showed through a strip of gauze |
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On De Chirico Street |
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If you meet me by the clock |
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I can kiss you through the window |
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'Cause you love that sudden shock |
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Don't moralize, get on with it |
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You can go |
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Now you've discharged all your responsibilities |
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N-n-now, now, now |
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On De Chirico Street |
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Aah, aah |
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As the sundial fell, it was, oh, so black |
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On De Chirico Street |
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And the lizard's tail slithered in the crack |
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On De Chirico Street |
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And the pale yellow globes |
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Flickered softly through the window |
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As you paced the night with strobes |
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It's the darkest dream in the whole wide world |
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On De Chirico Street |
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It's a bat, it's a bat, it's a bat, it's a girl |
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On De Chirico Street |
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In my pocket, nightmares dress |
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I said, "Jasper, this one's evil" |
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But I love my lioness, my lioness |
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Aah, aah |
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Mmm, mmm, aah |
