From the recording Imaginary Thoroughfares
Lyrics
Bad man in a cold hat
Staring at a worn sandwich with a spastic tomato
a broken container: his interior sack
oozing out remnants of his soul as he stares into his soggy fries
He recollects her unyielding mouth
Shady cat in a dry chair
eyes like sad windows showing to an empty TV
"That Damned Hipster song spewing from the blazing radio!"
Silent revolver
soothing glockenspiel
playing like a washed out brick
that caused the dike to fail
Death merchant
singing stolen music
preaching lies
through a cloudy screen