Beady Eyes On The Horizon

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 is 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 shit's 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 the 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 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

And they are 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

No time to make amends,

And people frozen in their tracks there 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 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