Jackamo

The night is bright
With epileptic light
And I'm out searching for
The ultimate kick
You see, time after time
And crime upon crime
I repeatedly find
Myself out here screaming
For, once all words have been spoken
Strings, cut loose or broken
Conversation's a token for
Having nothing to say
Suddenly I looked out only to realise
That there was nothing out there
To see, and I ask you this
In the blind landscape
Is there vision in sight
On the day in question
I carried no weapon
Only my self deception
And slight sense of unease
As I climbed in the hot seat
And I slam shut the door
Then you grabbed at my flesh
My irrelevant flesh
And I bolted and ran
With your soul in my hands
And you locked up my trust
In the boot of your cab
And we stare at each other
One corpse to another
Two animals wounded
Primeval mr. driver, did you get anywhere?
Cause I sure as hell did not get anywhere
Mr. driver, sir, I do declare
Where could one possibly go
When the roads are in such appalling condition
I got fingers, but nothing ever touches me
And my ears are filthy from listening to rubbish
The knife's in my hand, but it's made out of rubber
And the mountain I'm climbing growing razor sharp flowers
Pallid shades of splendour grow
Crippled flowers, broken bows
Eyeless faces mutely knows
That the gun is always loaded
Now, as the glowing brow
Turns to a screaming sweat by the
Howling sun and the naked eye
Now, as madness returns
And misery becomes the expectation
And the buildings crumble
And the ball is fumbled
Still, all the masses mumble
Is that the train is late
And the lepers are coming
Yes, the lepers are coming
Here comes funky Jackamo and the leper brigade
Suddenly
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