Steel mill streets
Overrun
The ghost of cars
In the yard
Sunflower speaks
Of a one
Of a one
Engines purr
Up above
The L train roars
Like our love
Like our love
I can hide in you
In your chestnut hair
I’ll confide in you
Whisper in your ear
When the earth is ripe
All the worms wake up
In yheir stars and stripes
And their swastikas
There’s a cure in sight
Set your soul at ease
For the red and white
And the blue disease
String us along
String us along
String us along
String us along
Got you on the Handycam
Fits in my hand
Got you on the Handycam
Got you on the Handycam
Fits in my hand
Got you on the Handycam
My My
Down in my soul
Moon River flows
And flows
All my trials
All my trials
Will halt.
