Black Castles - The Legendary Pink Dots

In the street, they’re digging holes and in the sinks

They’re swilling coal-tar, baby.

Feathers stuck on

Poles.

They’re waiting for the gas man (Goo-goo-

Ga-chew!) Tube train claims its fifteenth victim of an

Average week.

He tripped.

A family man with no

Ambition, meek as plastic tulips.

He made it to page

53, they wrapped him round a fish and threw him

In the stew (Goo-goo-ga-chew.) Tuesday, it rained

Glue balls;

Wednesday morning was the smog

They moved in on the West Side--rubber masks

On.

They torched the whole damn lot.

The people

Died;

they fenced it off.

But still te peepos watch

From the top floor of the Euro Tower.

Round and

Round, 12 hours.

Fountains.

Fillet steak, a waiter with

A bow-tie.

Press it, squeeze it, and it spits.

Oh

Cologne!

We smell OK, the O-Zone's safe, we

Keep things underground.

The sound we hear is

Sweet soul music to the tannoy.

Chew your gum and

Close your eyes and nothing can annoy you