Where are you now?
With flood-lights down
I feel two thousand Redwood trees inside me
In hollow ground
My mind's a blur
A spinal spur
Can't feel my feet, below, behind, bewildered
A holiday
D.W.I.
On a Friday night
A blue torpedo full of willing victims
With hollow eyes
A holiday
Hip, hip, hooray
A blind exploding ego super-nova
A holiday
We have
Put the cart before the donkey
Hold me up renaissance junkie
Hammer toss
Candy floss
A freak-show in my head
P.T. Barnum's stinkin' drunk again
'Never beens'
And Siamese twins
Florenz Ziegfeld's dead
I've got a Coney Island in my brain