Hello little men from the  Streets and the sewers  Here's number three five seven  Or did you think there were fewer    One by one, little dominos fall  Into pools of cement  Where the cracks tell it all  Sucking it in  Breathing a white light    The angels of heaven are here tonight  Their choruses sing  Their church bells ring  The rear of the shots are deafening    I am the drooling dog  I am the wounded heart  I am the happy clown  I am the coming down    Dropping a line for the forty fourth time  Watching the flies drop as the body counts rise  Feeling brand new, like the flowers of spring do  It's going good for me, how's it going for you    Lifting the veil from the camera's dark eye  Catching the spirits as they fall from the sky  Inhaling the magic and holding it in  The blur of where hell ends and heaven begins    Sex hyptnotism, I've got the sickness  I tried to stop my body, but it wouldn't listen  Asked myself out for a joyride quick drive  You came along 'cause you wanted a joyride    Flashed me a smile and took it all in  Pushed back in my seat as we (?) the drive-in  Burned down the high way in a straight, straight line  You hit my foot and sent it down the red line    Turned the car onto a back road  I hit something hard, what was it, I don't know  Rolled over and over atleast six times  Laughed when we hit, we were feeling so fine    I took your bleeding heart out with my left hand  The dirt in my head soon turned to (?) quick sand  Ignite your eyes, buy now, die later  Hold the flame, Hang on to your dream