I snared you in a photograph, I trapped you on a wire. I amplified you, magnified you 1500 times. You strode across the ocean & you smiled to careful drivers... Swooping low, you'd just say No, and though you never showed, I know you're still alive... Turn me on, my dead man. Give me a little sign. Turn me on, dead man - gimme 'nother line... I still watch all your videos. My bedroom is your shrine. On Fridays all the guys will get together in the ghetto, in the pits. Howling epilipso fits. I swing my hips. I mime. Yes, I can feel your kick inside. Turn me on, my dead man... When you feel the time is right, will you rejoin me as a king with medallions and rings and stairway things that lead from heaven. Will you give me back my innocence? Will you paint the black sky blue? Just like your shoes... I'll keep my distance, my respect. You choose the hour, I'll be there. Turn me on, dead man...