Now there's a crank in every crowd. Sprinkling gunpowder. Seems that everything is about to blow. They lit the burning paper. With a waxen taper. Sitting up here on Viceroy's Row. And they're gathering flowers. In the crack of hours where all of the nightmares go. Watching the pipeline as it overflowed. Sitting pretty here on Viceroy's Row. He made a fortune out of barbed wire. In the last days of the Empire. Built a cast-iron curtain. Just to keep control. He was a tycoon then a cheapskate. Went out looking for a keepsake. To tuck into his suitcase on Viceroy's Row. And they're gathering flowers. In the crack of hours where all of the nightmares go. Watching the pipeline as it overflowed. Sitting pretty here on Viceroy's Row. He had a satchel full of cash. And dishes full of ashes. He went from boom to bust. In the blinking of a lash. Heard the rat-a-tat of the late patrol. Shooting out the lights up on Viceroy's Row. And they're gathering flowers. In the crack of hours where all of the nightmares go. They're coming for him slowly. Now the war is over. Sitting up here on Viceroy's Row. The woman in a blindfold. She doesn't want her hand held. Walking through a minefield. Saying "How does this feel? ". Stepping on the quicksand. Going down slow. Hiding up here on Viceroy's Row. Nothing satisfies. The ruins of his blue eyes. Like blood stains on a diamond mine. And deep within you felt. Not one measure of his guilt. Staring in the dark up on Viceroy's Row. Yet her penitent lover. Took a ribbon of rubber. Tied her to the bed made of silken thread. But without an ounce of mercy. They denounced him with a curse. Hammering on the door upon Viceroy's Row. Now his little concubine in her cemetery drag. Her face all smeared with charcoal. Is leaving all her cares so. Take 500 acres and see what you can sow. We came to overthrow those on Viceroy's Row. They're gathering flowers. In the crack of hours where all of the nightmares go. Watching the pipeline as it overflowed. Sitting up here on Viceroy's Row