Standin’with my mouth open, six o’clock this morning
Lookin’ at the sky broken, sitting on the sea
I said “It sure is easy to see someone has been busy –
Don’t know who’s gonna tell him, but it surely won’t be me”
White bright streetlights, biting through the midnight
That money in your pocket looks like it should belong to me
Me and Jackie Horner standing on the corner
Waitin’ for a man to come with a bag of ecstasy
Miranda, you really got a hold on me
Miranda, though you’re no great beauty
Miranda, oh what can I say?
They pulled up in a wagon and they took my love away
Sign says ’Keep Away’, screamin’ through the subway
Taunting cliffs whose edges I believe hold something more than nothingness
In the universities students trade personalities
Making documentaries on the meaning of success
A dead dog rolls out to the feet of the bullet king
Whose gentle obscene charity by the courtesy of his son
Sends all the men in bread lines across the world to find
A man who doesn’t worship some god or doesn’t think he is one
Miranda, you really got a hold on me
Miranda, though you’re no great beauty
Miranda, oh what can I say?
They pulled up in a wagon and they took my love away
Man with his hand out, tongue out, strung out
Meets the bulging windmill swordsman who puts him into place
Whose fantasies of venom and whose righteous bulldog mercy
Bites the head off student pity long before it’s grown a face
Broken chains, blood stains, sifting through the remains
Soldiers sit upon the skulls and ponder their misgivings
In the hall at the ball she squats inside a stall
She says “You know I’d give my life for a reason to keep living’
Miranda, you really got a hold on me
Miranda, though you’re no great beauty
Miranda, oh what can I say?
They pulled up in a wagon and they took my love away
The night bows down its head to bear its crown of dreams forgiven
While the aimless drifting convicts outlawed by the day’s regime
Stumble on the fading steps while columns crumble overhead
Running blindly to the refuge of the sun’s mad guillotine
Stone face with his briefcase in his office Monday morning
Runs flags up and down his flagpoles to see which way they fly
He lines up all his men just to shoot them down again
Hating all that has a price but blind to all he cannot buy
Miranda, you really got a hold on me
Miranda, though you’re no great beauty
Miranda, oh what can I say?
They pulled up in a wagon and they took my love away
Shredded words ripped from the past hang from the broken mast
Of monumental clouds drifting deserted by the sky
Pale laughing shadows stand in dwelling places of the damned
Holding hearts too dead to live but too wounded now to die
Dear dear, oh dear, help me with your brassiere
I’m just a poor boy tryin’ to fit in, lookin’ for the light
The poetry of your motions burns up my emotions
If I don’t kiss you now I’ll never get to sleep tonight
Miranda, you really got a hold on me
Miranda, though you’re no great beauty
Miranda, oh what can I say?
They pulled up in a wagon and they took my love away
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