His photograph was taken in 1980. In new york on a subway train. He emerges days later. The sun in his eyes. And it started all over again. It spreads through the city. Like a hand-made virus. And catching a glimpse of their lives. Beggars and bankers and flyboys and hookers. All hang on together inside. He's either dead or in serious trouble ah ah ah. He's either dead or in serious trouble ah ah ah. Criminally minded and partially blinded. Surviving on minimal sleep. Scars on his face and a stone in the place. Where his heart would previously beat. Travelling even faster in the wake of disaster. And reaching at you from the bleak. Escaping and hiding or simply surviving. Way down in the fluorescent deep. He's either dead or in serious trouble ah ah ah. He's either dead or in serious trouble ah ah ah ah ah. His photograph was taken in 1980. In new york on a subway train. Then he hit self-destruct with a battering ram. And it started all over again. He's either dead or in serious trouble ah ah ah. He's either dead or in serious trouble ah ah ah. He's either dead or in serious trouble. He's either dead or in serious trouble. He's either dead or in serious trouble. He's either dead or in serious trouble