The Walkabouts - Before This City Wakes Lyrics
At the cinema of flamesI work the swing shiftWhen I get offI am inclined to driftThrough the downtownSo many victims of pleasureThat I've stopped countingSoldiers of joyGetting' hammered at the fountainNear the cathouseThey're playing techno calypsoAt the apocalyptic discoBut I stand outsideJust to stare down the slithering crowdDivide and conquerIs the new mathematicsBut it's as old as the hillsOn which all the mansions die proudI'm gonna wasteEverything that you hateBefore this city wakesI keep spittin' outThe first things that come to my headA blistering listOf the who, what, the whenAnd the whereforeThese times are stammersAnd jitters, and echoesA silence disfiguredA stupor born rantingLike a stuck pigGot my favorite boothAt an all night dinerAnd you've probably seen meOn a jagged, all-nighterMumblin' senselessAssassination is the privilege of princesBut I'm getting sick of how everyone wincesWhen I'm closeTomorrow let's meetAnd I'll show you aroundAnd I'll show you all the shitThat I couldn't tear downWith my bare hands
