Lyrics
There's a dead man hanging, slumped over the steering wheel of an interstate runaway
Bursting into flames
And the devil was gently breathing, sleeping face-down in my apartment
And like all his friends I'm growing tired of his games
And there's a homeless man arranging his hands, grooving to the beat
Radiating from a police scanner, who said
"The air was feeling good to me as cool and ripe as air can be,"
And a woman who sincerely believes in UFOs and who can blame her when the stars are hanging
Overhead, dangling by a thread, floating ten thousand feet off the ground
This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17
One which God himself dictated to me, he said
"This is how all this shits gonna be when I blow your little planet into smithereens."
Blow your little planet into smithereens
It haunted my dreams like an accident on replay on a TV screen
She sees faces in her dreams
Strange machines she'd never seen
Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire need
And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd
Dictating seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds
And there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies
And a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of beady eyes
A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round
Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down
Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around
There were strangers in the subway and men in limousines making deals
And swapping photographs of cans of gasoline
There are no angels in the woodwork or devils on the ground
They're looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of sound
And a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around and she is
Looking in behind him from inside a wall of sound and she is dancing with the neon because
The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the distance
In the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when there's no time
To load a weapon and no time to make amends and people frozen in their tracks
Staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing
A pair of beady eyes
A pair of beady eyes looking down onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round
Because they all will want a front seat when shit starts going down
Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around
This is not a test, this is the real thing
This is not a test, this is the real thing
