PSYCHOTIC TOPLESS MAN
(Words & Music by Arrow 1985)

Connect me to the crime, inherited child forever
Forget my glass of wine, we are living our lives together
End of time, surely no...
Well, give a dog a bone on Daddy´s Mountain
A vagabond already found him
I wish my heart was free, in delicate dreams beyond me
Superiour luxury, I´m living from one to twenty
Surely no dream — I accept the bill of a low scheme of thing, whenever, never
Country life, me and you; Lord of the Lord Low
Angelize the parts of highlife now as World goes down, interiour blue, all blue
Faculty of gay men, I´d like to save you
Wait until they start examining you too
I went to go there, I meant to go everywhere
A shadow cries for light
There was Someone I knew too well to see
In the dark, those lips were mine — surely no dream
Folded and salted, tasty and bitter
And sordid that mirror reflects my undressing
It´s just another bad day, so
Inhaling the breath of lonesome air
Won´t you dare look inside, shoot the Wolf
Care, Care...

Since they are mine I control them sublime
Ending our time for somewhere we die, all die
Chance of getting close to the petty rose blue
On Daddy´s Mountain