I'm falling beneath a sweet, sweet sugary black

And it's feeling like I'm going to die tonight

Beneath the track running along a coal-miner back

And the night under the devil's yellow-tooth stars

Might just be alright

I'm creeping up the highway, and it's all going my way

The crime that's happening tonight by the minor light

And none of us have got a say in the wild-thing's fray

The winding, twilit road to hell turns right, right

Life's wicked delights

And I'll be leaving soon down to Arizona

The desert's dry wind has led me astray,

I'll be high on the summer-spring rain's aroma,

Succumb the months till the clock turns to May,

Bleeding technicolour days

And the sun scrapes its knees on the end of the world,

Orange bombs to rain down upon skyscrapers

Stretching through an unleashed wild beast of deceit

A new radioactive neighbour, a new traumatic labour

To pray to my evil's favour

It's mighty alright, it's mighty alright

I'll voice the thoughts of my yellow ghosts

They stalk us day and night

And soon I'll be their host,

I remember those yellow-teeth stars, technicolour days

And I hate myself the most