Fall Lie Dream Of A Casino Soul
Well, I didn't eat the weekend But I put the weight back on again And our kid got back from Munich He didn't like it much Has a psyche that hadn't been synthesized Just like machines It's getting like that here now It just goes to show I got no nerves left Monday morning And I think I'll cut my dick off The trouble it got me in Went home to my slum canyon On my way I looked up I saw turrets of Victorian wealth I saw John the ex-fox Sleeping in some outside bogs There's a silent rumble In the buildings of the night council Executing the mind controllers I drive right through the gates Sucked in my roll tops And I guess this just goes to show The lie dream of the casino soul I'm a Mick Jaggar right now In a tongue-tied, wired state Cause Sunday morning dancing I had an awake dream I was in the supervision dept. Of a bigtown store Security floors one to four They had cameras in the clothes dummies. A man came up to them He wanted sex in the dummies eyes Then came up the cry: "Security, mobilize!" Meanwhile in the sticks Proles wretch, dance in cardboard pants And I guess this goes to show The lie dream of a casino souls scene
