| Mr. Mesmer counts to three and the evening's done | |
| I was high as a sunrise | |
| Cold as a loaded gun | |
| Tugging at my shirt she screams like a banshee | |
| I`ll hunt him down like a dog | |
| I know where he works where he lives and the stories he's sold | |
| Poor mans excuse for right | |
| And a whole lot of people know where he stayed last night | |
| So now you live within a dream | |
| That no one ever will believe | |
| Don't wake up the neighbours when | |
| In the darkness I fulfill you | |
| The last of many men | |
| Can't you see that I am golden | |
| And I'm going on my own | |
| Trying to make a little sense of what I'm doing here as I juggle the sideshow | |
| Fell down on your knees by the virgin where you got your fortune told | |
| By the old man in Singapore now wasn't that real close | |
| Had a handful of glitter | |
| You'll find everything he said | |
| And I know you had to go | |
| And I miss the belief of her | |
| We learn to cry at birth | |
| We're all sitcom infants | |
| With some god that must hate us | |
| Check mate stranger the virgin's falling out of the sky | |
| And you're moving like a little bunny in a black & white cartoon | |
| I'm howling with my demons, they're candy apple red | |
| Can't you hear the thunder rolling down | |
| Can't you feel the thunder rolling down | |
| As you stagger home | |
| No one's mad enough to see | |
| That it's winter in July | |
| I got an animal in me | |
| And the scream is always wild | |
| Dont wake up the neighbours when | |
| In the darkness I fulfill you | |
| The last of many men | |
| Can't you see that I am golden |