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Look out, this thing is gonna blow
I heard it from the people in the know
There's trouble in the tenements below
There's fire where the flowers used to grow

I'm never goin' back
I'm runnin' from the sun
Bullets at my heels

There's no glamour in the Hammer but they sell it at the Big & Tall
They'll fit a king like a prince in a joker's pair of coveralls
And when your motor chair stalls tell the cop that you've seen it all

There's no getting out of this one
There's no getting out of this

Got no ambient, no Seconal, no genie in a lithium bottle

Galileo was bluffing
It's just a mess out here
There's no compass to guide us
Through the flashes of violence and fear

Pinball and a motor hum
Black kettle in a riptide
Sand bleeds through our fingers