Tie on crooked… Fingers fumble. Starts to mumble, almost numb. The
Crumbs left on the razor blade are telling tales of deals that left him
Penniless — a nest of grudges. Wondering why he just can’t kick the habit.
He tries and tries…It gets him by at parties, in the supermarket. Makes
Him whole, and if he tries to bait him he’ll lash back and smash the
Windows in the high street. He beats the world up when he’s buzzing,
Bursting out… Lamps are flashing, bells are ringing. Give ’em hell! Give
’em hell! Hellzapoppin’, pillzapopin’, eyesapoppin! ‘Amphetamine eyes. A
Belladonna blast. He’s fresher than tomorrow night, he’ll fight for his
Own way and play ‘Svengali’ to the ladies. He’s persuasive! Jabber
Jabber. Faster faster. He feels the tingle in his nose. The white
Tornado’s in his brain. He ‘s sane when all the lights are green and
Everyone ‘ agreeing. Turn a deaf ear and he’ll scream and scream and kick
Out for attention. He’s important, he’s impatient and he wants to get
There fast. God Speed!
