The moon is [pending] lazy, me, I’m just down and out

The streets are [blithered] crazy with choppers speeding about

And horses are dragging tourists around the neighborhood

Those damn kids with their blasters are destroying the moon

Feeling [fine] by using their imagination

Imagination, Imagination

Imagination, isn’t it beautiful, man?

[I want into] a hall, a back door

I sit in the corner, my sweat dances on the floor

The band breaks my heart, the music barks in my chest

I want to touch somebody but all I got are cigarettes

And I need a light if I’m going to find resignation

Resignation, resignation

Resignation, isn’t it sensible, man?

Sometimes I get the feeling and it’s creeping [oppressions]

The past comes back to the kitchen like a face-masked rapist

[If you] want to put a bullet or a foot in your mouth

You’re still trying to blow your brains out

So I’m leaving, I can’t stand feeling hesitation

Hesitation, hesitation

Hesitation, run for your life if you can

Well, I’m the beautiful lost loser with a chip in his mouth

But I’m too [dull] to scrape, dig or spit it out

They say you’re better die [at] brush and floss and exercise

But black or no black, we’re all going to die

[ ] [wobbles], don’t fall down, they just get kicked around

Waiting for, waiting for jubilation

Jubilation, jubilation

Jubilation, jubilation

Jubilation, but me I’m just down and out

Just down and out of it