This is Mister Blank calling, gorgeous   from the slum which time ignores   where folks use razor blades for toothpaste   and every breath is a holy war   Were you sleeping? Do you hate me?   I've been dozing in the midnight sun   and I've solved all of my problems   Making the many into one      The Good Times are all over   I don't care, it seems I missed them   but I miss your smile, your laugh, your snore,   your fond contempt, your faithful rage      You're a rose   You're a rose in a crown of thorns      You don't mind the queues, the burning trains   The squalid, mute despair   You don't mind deceiving lovers   You ignore the stinking air   Well, now accept you're just a person   Not the touchstone, not the face   of the ages past, their grandeur   and the death-wish of the Master Race      The dawn sky is getting bleaker   Our demise could not be neater   and your face hangs down before me now   like a rootless flame; in awe I stare      You're a rose   on fire   You're a rose in a crown of thorns   Well, I think you'd better hang up on the jerk   It's been too long, too long, too long   From now on there's only gonna be one way   One way traffic now   The door is open, the door is open wide cos I said so...