From the top of their lungs Psychopop

you can’t rely
the empty streets of a ghost town
river’s bridge for all times
it goes through his distorted mind
somnolent driver in his alert car
just hiding the thought
that lit the fire

one day I’ll catch you
and have a cigar
one day I’ll catch you
and have a talk

there in the bush
surrounded by the flowers
rests in a deep sleep Hermaphrodite
all alone covered by his tears

one day I’ll catch you
it will be underground
one day I’ll catch you
and have a talk
one day I’ll catch you
it will be underground
one day I’ll catch you
it’s eating up your children alive