don't look up
there's something in the air
i've been drugged
it's setting in i swear
cause i feel it washing over me
like a seed growing up in my spleen

get you up
my few good gentlemen
time to sit
and destroy our intestines
crying oh, one day you'll come to me
we'll make homes, buy happy families

he was a thousand cheers, gone for years
in his married house
he said i don't believe what's come between us
oh it's going south
and he said wife i'm going midnight roaming
makes me feel alive
after all don't you know it's summer solstice
number 55

here he comes
mustached old vagrant
middle aged
sports-jerseyed stumbling drunk
but somehow, somehow he speaks to me
like a voice calling out from a dream