The entire city is burning   You can see the flames like the inside of a mad jukebox   Lost boys stalk the streets with those jungle markings on their chests   Barbarians prowl in shadows their heads rocking with rodents   Motorcycles reproduce in nocturnal alleys   groaning with greasy pleasure   And they've blown up the YWCA like a giant balloon   And sent it out to sea full of screaming, lovely, lonely girls