Son Of The Velvet Rat Bastards Of Utopia
Our dogs called fame an fortuneOur eyes are blue & red
The bastards of utopia
Sleep in a flowerbed
They sleep with both eyes open
they never sleep at night
Their red eye shines like darkness
Their blue eye shines with light
We use our minds to travel
We use our coats to fly
The river of our loneliness
It never will run dry
Because our brothers hate us
& we hate them again
Sometimes we give our dogs a hug
& cry like real men
You better shoot when you find us
This is what we need
You better shoot when you find us
We'll be ready to bleed
The bastards of utopia
A bunch of gentle souls
Their voices sweet as gasoline
Their humour bright as coal
Their song is like a secret
That you don't want to know
& when they go to heaven
They go by u.f.o.
