Dazzle

Break of morning and I hear the rolling storm,
All the cops are worried now,
It’s a drug they say,
It blows you’re cares away,
Because of that hot Chinese sound,
It’ll burn you’re soul till you’re eyes are holes,
It’s in a book they say,
Let the bongo’s play.
Dead of night I hear the twisted rhythm,
That is shot right through the sun,
Shooting sparks evangelize the world’
First rate, supreme, the most,
Two years ago, shattered soul,
Blast that sound as loud as it will go,
Ending all the things we used to know,
Twenty days from now,
Play zone, Play zone, Play zone
Good morning, Play zone.
Hit the bull in the cocaine eye, All the junkies let out a cheer,
Now the sleeping tramp gonna rip the sky,
Jungle drums pound in my ear,
Such a branded town, With such a lying sneer,
They never take that Chinese music here,
Twenty days from now,
Play zone, Play zone, Play zone
Play zone, Play zone.

Now the clown has jumped through the ring of fire,
And he never will return,
He can taste the metal melting in the snow,
And I doubt that it will burn.
About RockNRoll, And the tears of pain,
When the giant moth just turned into rain,
When the maggots ate the politicians’ brain.
Twenty days from now,
Play zone, Play zone, Play zone
Play zone, Play zone. Play zone.
Play zone. Play zone. Play zone.