The Beaten Side Of Town

I woke up this morning from a crazy dream:

The Earth was a turning ball of fire.

Satan and the Pilgrims had wiped the scene,

And I became their twisted gun for hire.

Don't let 'em getcha, boy, now use your head,

the lights they're coming 'round again.

"Run like a demon, boy," is what they said,

and then began to count from one to ten.

So now I'm tryin' to get out of the city.

You know where right can be found:

The beaten side of town...

Won't never let you down.

I woke up this morning from a crazy dream:

The Earth was a burning ball of fire.

I crawled right inside the spaces in-between,

A miracle of science to admire

But everybody knows the way the story goes:

She'll love you once and leave you once again.

The wind sends a shiver from your head to toes,

Whispers that you've reached your living end

So now I'm tryin' to get out of the city.

You know where right can be found:

The beaten side of town...

Don't never let me down.

I woke up this morning from a crazier dream:

The Earth was a churning ball of fire.

The Dragunovs were sniping

as I swam upstream,

And then I saw a temple with a spire

There was a sign saying "Welcome all you deists, agnostics, and Buddhists, Muslims and Christians, Caucasians, junkies and wrecker-heads, blue-lights and deadbeats, homos and heteros and Negroes and down-lows,

Speed-freaks and tweakers, pimps without sneakers, the handy the pure and the atheist Nehru, and the peoples from countries in far-away places, stupid ideas that the public embraces."

We all were invited with mostly resignation

But that was only a dream...

The beaten side of town,

And now I'm goin' down.