Slapstick - Foxing, The Chain Gang of 1974

I walk around with a headglow

Shrugging my shoulders

Fucking up everything

And they won’t stop following me

Holed up in a tower

Sucking inheritance

So mock up a thirty second

TV corroborative defamation

Now hold open the door so I can fall in

So I’m on the floor with a halo

Face in the carpet

Laces in sheepshank

With a hyena cackle from Vishnu

Protection has ended

You pay up to no thanks

So you mock up an ad, gag a press pit

The weather’s the same if you’re born in '46

Now hold open the door so I can fall in

Hold open the door so I can fall in

Hold open the door so I can fall in

Hold open the door so I can fall in

There’s no more sun and no more light shine through

There’s no more sun and no more light shine through

I walk around with a headglow

Spoiled and ancient

Taking vacations

(No more sun and no more)

Always vacations

(Light shine through)

Now I’m on the floor with a halo

A headache from bad coke

So keep all the lights low

(No more sun and no more)

Now keep all the lights low

(Light shine through)

Would you hold open the door so I can fall in?

There’s no more sun and no more light shine through

Would you hold open the door so I can fall in?

There’s no more sun and no more light shine through

Hold open the door so I can fall in

Could you hold open the door so I can fall in?

No more light shines through

Just hold open the door so I can fall in