I'm going to make you even fear the dream you dream. So don't even think about it don't make a wish. You think that I don't see you as you trawl those young weak fish. Hooked on those poor wonders 'til they want you alone. Though they can't tell a cuckoo-clock from the squeals of saxophones. That's when they'll fear my name. Stalin Malone. I'm telling you the day will come when this man gets what he merits. Though people still wear animal skins to ward off evil spirits. Only wife-swapping and witchcraft woke the dormitory town. 'Til horse's heads up in the trees came dripping down. Yes horse's heads up hung in the trees after the bird had flown. Did you wonder of my whereabouts as the barrack-room was blown. Did anybody call my name?. Stalin Malone. In a room called creation where you all obey my laws. Where Seconal is gravity and pain is like applause. You think that this phenomenon is some coincidence. But I've got people everywhere you're under. my surveillance in the pocket of my pants. Okay she left me but I'll soon get over that. Falling out of the "Blood Tub" and rolling on my back. Waking up to the one o'clock gun with a Punch and Judy bird. Reaching out for a gelignite beer that fills me up with murder. To overhear forbidden songs her lover must have known. Between the pity and advice.... "There's no one here to help you now but speak after the tone". Leave for me a message of hope. Stalin Malone. Now the church door is a roller-shutter with padlocks and keys. Just like all of the other dispensaries. The saloon is like a casket stained wood and human dust. Stale with conversation that hangs on your clothes like smoke. The wooden clock said she would dance dressed only in flower. As the jazz band drowns the hysterical bird that it spits out on the hour. I'd drop out of sight and disappear turn up in another town but somehow. I just can't seem to put it down put it down put it down. I just want to hold her now in that I'm not alone. but do I have to see her fall into his arms before I can atone...