What's your line this time, Cerebral Man
Whenever you walk through
Art attacks from subway walls
Sprayed like bullets into concrete face
Everywhere
Standin' in the doorway
Forgot to say one thing
You've always had
People walkin' `round, all lost and confused
Ready to throw their
Lately I been wastin' this hard, hard life
Seems like nothin'
Sweet Melissa, I often pray for you
I hope your suffering
We were the children of '45
Loaded like pistols and taught
Movin' light, dream machinery
Crashin' in through my balcony, oh no
I
