the panorama of the city is wrong   in fact the city seems to be gone!   burning rubber and smoke in my eyes   there's a flat burning junkheap   for twenty square miles!   they took it into the nuclear mine   judging by this, they left nothing behind   down in the bunkers in the crust of the earth   now crouch the wealthy and the noble of birth      if i could a ride a train around the city   that holds this as our fate   i'd hide from electro-circuit central   to the shock inducer gate   not forgetting the by-pass   across the washington hooks   through the phones and desks and screens   of the kremlin's crook of crooks      there's some panel in a circuit board   destination of the override   scanning the wild wind   blowing through the berlin corridor   spotlit in a palace, shielded from dust   malfunction or not, the failsafe is the crux   so far away from us,   shaking with the mystery tears   one lonely night in ladbroke grove   far away in the deserts of omaha!   they got it nailed down-swiss tight!   the bank notes of europe   the emperors and kings   curl in the autumn as the burning of leaves   and i've cleaned my black guitar...