The night is beautiful,
So the faces of my people.
The stars are beautiful,
some people never go crazy.
me, sometimes I'll lie down behind the couch
for 3 or 4 days.
they'll find me there.
The people upstairs all practise ballet
Their living room is a bowling alley
Their bedroom is full of conducted tours.
Their radio is louder than yours,
When people aren't asking questions
They're making suggestions
And when they're not doing one of those
They're either looking over your shoulder or stepping on your toes
the lady has me temporarily off the bottle
and now the pecker stands up
however, things change overnight--
To those fixed on white,
White is white,
To those fixed on black,
It is the same,
And thus the people every year
in the valley of humid July
did sacrifice themselves
to the long green phallic god
People who have what they want are very fond of telling people who haven't what they want that they really don't want it,
And I wish I could afford to gather all such people into a gloomy castle on the Danube and hire half a dozen capable Draculas to haunt it.
I Am the people--the mob--the crowd--the mass.
Do you know that all the great work of the world is
done through me?