Standing on the balcony
Slipping off her gloves
Over my backyard
We both make an effort
To fake some insanity
It's not so hard
Looking out through the greasy air
Looking out at the continental fun-fair
On the balcony
Slipping off her gloves
Over my backyard
I say " I love you"
I try a little hustle
But her mind's not there
She says "Me you too"
I don't move a muscle
And she don't care
One glove in her porcelain teeth
One set of nails unsheathed
One unemotional eye looking down
Over my backyard
Some people like to call her
The original dancer
They don't know
Like Elizabeth I
She moves taceo et video
She knows these arms
Have got no reach
These fish in the moonlight
Dying on the beach
Are hers alone
She smiles
On the finance district
And on the red light
Fast food, lipstick
Corrugated iron
And tarpaper tenements
Mile on mile
Outside
No lights
Ambulance howls
All night
Ferrying blood
Through a city curfew
To a cellblock
Manned by a skeleton crew
The vivisectionists
The Judge Dredd fans
And the non-commissioned officers
Jack their hands at the
Bonfires of rotting tyres
And hammer out a midnight
Maypole dance singing
One God
One ritual
Packed and fed
To the dumb individual
Baited with a promise of bread
Entertained
Then blown apart
One flash to melt the bells
One flash and the only ones left alive
Will be the gentlemen
Sheltered in the cells
Of my backyard
They know
'Cause down the walls
Of my backyard
Her shadow crawls
One glove in her porcelain teeth
One set of nails unsheathed
These days
That's the situation
I got a nurse
And she's got a patient
Both of us intoxicated
With the smell of insanity
And as the buskers howl for rain
Somebody plays "Lilli Marlene"
And we sing along
With the song
Of the century
Slipping off her gloves
Over my backyard
We both make an effort
To fake some insanity
It's not so hard
Looking out through the greasy air
Looking out at the continental fun-fair
On the balcony
Slipping off her gloves
Over my backyard
I say " I love you"
I try a little hustle
But her mind's not there
She says "Me you too"
I don't move a muscle
And she don't care
One glove in her porcelain teeth
One set of nails unsheathed
One unemotional eye looking down
Over my backyard
Some people like to call her
The original dancer
They don't know
Like Elizabeth I
She moves taceo et video
She knows these arms
Have got no reach
These fish in the moonlight
Dying on the beach
Are hers alone
She smiles
On the finance district
And on the red light
Fast food, lipstick
Corrugated iron
And tarpaper tenements
Mile on mile
Outside
No lights
Ambulance howls
All night
Ferrying blood
Through a city curfew
To a cellblock
Manned by a skeleton crew
The vivisectionists
The Judge Dredd fans
And the non-commissioned officers
Jack their hands at the
Bonfires of rotting tyres
And hammer out a midnight
Maypole dance singing
One God
One ritual
Packed and fed
To the dumb individual
Baited with a promise of bread
Entertained
Then blown apart
One flash to melt the bells
One flash and the only ones left alive
Will be the gentlemen
Sheltered in the cells
Of my backyard
They know
'Cause down the walls
Of my backyard
Her shadow crawls
One glove in her porcelain teeth
One set of nails unsheathed
These days
That's the situation
I got a nurse
And she's got a patient
Both of us intoxicated
With the smell of insanity
And as the buskers howl for rain
Somebody plays "Lilli Marlene"
And we sing along
With the song
Of the century