He was far from heaven
he kept his feet on the ground
he had a dancing monkey
but no money was found
when they simply burned him
it was the city that paid
to have him collected and
on that marble slab he was laid
kids playing with fire
going out to have some fun
before they stuck to slashing tires
but now, oh now
he was their human midnight sun
oh what fun, oh such sad fun
with that human midnight sun
when you're bored you don't know
who you are in concrete jungle
want to play it to the hilt
your mind all a-jumble
broken images in flight
across a forbidden sky
of barred opportunities
here's to the alibi for
refr.
kids on the streets till late
looking for a basket-case
asleep in some dark alley
they've got petrol just in case
a victim is found tonight
and their eyes are fiery red
empty eyes, screwed-up faces
here's to thrills and here's to dread
refr.
5/9/1981. Opgenomen door Jan V. and the Catalog. Niet uitgebracht.
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