NOT MUCH ART IN THE ART INSTITUTIONS
Bloodstain in the fallen snow
Where the balkin tractors go
It’s not so strange to the working chump
And the gangsters always know
But it’s only in a dream
And it ain’t quite what it seems
It’s 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 it’s only in a dream
And it ain’t quite what it seems
Just another dancer cutting in
On a waltzing soldier
Jazz House nauseous
Just a warning
You’re so lovely and out of time
That’s 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 it’s only in a dream
And it ain’t quite what it seems
I’m tired of every fucking thing
And you know they’re 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 it’s only in a dream
And it ain’t quite like it seems
When you find your ass in the melting snow
What’s around the corner
Jazzed up phonies
Sideshow Joe
Sleeping’s just not the same no more
Not any more
No more
Not any more
It’s not the same
Sleeping’s not the same
Sleeping’s not the same
Anymore
