Mr Deadly - Robyn Hitchcock

Randomly the radio that wanders through the stations like a train

Flickers on the dashboard as the melody dissolves into his brain

Hovering the Kestrel over chequered fields suspended in the air

Settles on a movement and swoops down to find this time, there’s nothing there

And all who hear him say he must further gone then they

And all who hear him say he must be mad to be himself around today

All my final children will be sticky little mushrooms in a field

Harvesting your future just by sitting there whatever will it yield

And all who hear him say he must be further gone then they

And all who hear him say he must be mad to be himself around today

Around today

Around today

Around today