Oh Abraham Lincoln, carried across the street. Oh Abraham Lincoln, carried across the street. The assassin, the coward, shot him in the head. The assassin
What kind of ugly are they talking about? It's just straight up cold evil. What kind of nonsense are they going on about? Do they suffer from the fever
I'm gonna move to the outskirts of town Where none of your friends are hanging around That's right, I'm gonna move to the other side of town Where none
In a city of crooked alleys, Crookeder women and wicked men. Dim lamps in the rumor mill Suspicious kith and unkind kin Haruspectre General Sleeping
Every last blind pulled when I walk down the street. The only sound I hear is my tired heartbeat. Sometimes I feel just like a motherless child. This
I send pictures through the mail Well documented and very detailed To politicians and big celebrities, But none of them are believing in me And I await
Airstreams tethered together like silver sleeping oxen All the best locations are located on the margins Suited for telescoping the interstellar scene
Struck down by a vision of beauty Said I was struck down by a long legged archer Oh the city was hot, but my blood ran cold Oh, the city went dark, keep
In the raining park the chessmen play, The faithful atheists refuse to pray, The steam-works weep, the addicts do not care, Crowd of cold people stand