Hauptbahnhof 20:10 - The Legendary Pink Dots, Edward Ka-Spel

Sounds of methylated muttering…

Hand streched out for a mark

The mark of death stamped over

One eye-two flies wrestle on his raincoat…

Copulating to the muzak

But the people just fly by…

Finds a sanitary sanctury…

Food stretched beneath the door

Takes a drag on a fag and it’s good 'cos it’s menthol

He throws back his head and he dreams of the mountains

He’s inhaling to the muzak

People will fly by…

And as inebriated evening spat a path for nausea night;

The lights went out with smothered curses

A young nurse cried — a cop cried with her

Cops are dating to the muzak

And the people just fly by…

He got an apathetic epitaph…

There’s no name on the headstone

They buried him on Tuesday

It rained.

No one came…

Busy listening to the muzak

People will fly by…

Bye bye, world