NOT MUCH ART IN THE ART INSTITUTIONS

Bloodstain in the fallen snow
Where the balkin tractors go
Itís not so strange to the working chump
And the gangsters always know

But itís only in a dream
And it ainít quite what it seems
Itís only in the back of my eye
And I want none of this
Sharkbite morning
Mac the Knife started
Saturday night

I think you are dying soon
But just what time is that
Once you root yourself like a tree
Your life runs out like sap

But itís only in a dream
And it ainít quite what it seems
Just another dancer cutting in
On a waltzing soldier
Jazz House nauseous
Just a warning
Youíre so lovely and out of time

Thatís the score you stinking skunk
Thanks for blotting out my sun
You put me here in the killing field
Cause I parked in the wrong zone

But itís only in a dream
And it ainít quite what it seems
Iím tired of every fucking thing
And you know theyíre going to
Bust you sure enough
Chain you down
Shackles all around

Things are going wrong in Ballparktown
Things are going wrong in Ballparktown
But itís only in a dream
And it ainít quite like it seems
When you find your ass in the melting snow
Whatís around the corner
Jazzed up phonies
Sideshow Joe
Sleepingís just not the same no more
Not any more
No more
Not any more
Itís not the same
Sleepingís not the same
Sleepingís not the same
Anymore