Well I didn't eat the weekend
But I put the weight back on again
And our kid got back from Munich
He didn't like it much
Has a psyche that hadn't been synthesized and your
Just like machines
It's getting like that here now
It just goes to show
I got no nerves left Monday morning
And I think I'll cut my d**k off
The trouble it got me in
Went home to my slum canyon
On my way I looked up
I saw turrets of victorian wealth
I saw john the ex-fox
Sleeping in some outside bogs
There's a silent rumble
In the buildings of the night council
It's a meeting of controllers
Who drive right through the gates
In white roll-tops
And I guess this just goes to show
The lie dream of the casino soul
And I guess this just goes to show
The lie dream of the casino soul
And I guess this just goes to show
The lie dream of the casino soul
I'm a bit jagged right now
In a tongue-tired wired state
Cause Sunday morning dancing
I had an awake dream
I was in the supervision dept
Of a bigtown store
Security floors one to four
They had cameras in the clothes dummies
A man came up to them
He wanted sex in the dummies eyes
Then came up the cry
Security mobilized
Meanwhile in the sticks
Proles rich dance in cardboard pants
And I guess this goes to show
The lie dream of a casino souls
And I guess this just goes to show
The lie dream of the casino soul
And I guess this just goes to show
The lie dream of the casino soul
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