Surgical jewels strewn with icy beaches
Late at night
Late at night
Dark beast of waves lapping a shiny piece
From my design
What's my design?
Well in the cold there's no escape
From a slap across the face
And someday I'll take it
I'll take it with grace
When the garbage leaks a toxic city
Can you pass with a smile?
And when the beggars are bummin' for my cigarettes
I say price is too high
When I'm alone on the train
Don't give a damn 'bout the people playin' and preachin'
Well, who knows what the fuck they are sayin'?