Adrian Belew - The Howler Lyrics
Here is the angel of the worlds desirePlaced on trialTo hide in shrouded alley silhouettesWith cigarette coiledTo strike at passing voicesDark and suspectHere is the howling ireHere is the sacred face of rendezvousIn subway sourWhose grand delusions preyLike intellect in lunatic mindsIntent and focused onThe long thin matchesTo light the howling fireNo, no, not meBurn, I dont wanna burn