This Perfect Day.

[kajacker]

In this, the city, where you never know,
when a psycho's gonna wanna come calling you,
here in the park, after dark, ha haa.

This is the Spirit of Romance calling.

These are the swings, and these are the slides,
and these are the days when everyone rides,
on the crest of a wave, like a criminal mind,
like a secret underground rave,
in a secret underground cave,
where the rats chew my bones,
and people pick up stones,
and everybody's smiling but,
not really smiling at all.


In this, the city, where you never sleep,
better keep high-wired,
never close your eyes or dream,
technology breeds, society bleeds.

This is the Age of Romance dawning.

These are the wings, and these are the chains,
and these are the things that keep us insane,
on the crest of a wave, from the deep blue seas,
of a wonderful brave new world,
for a wonderful brave new girl but,

the rats chew my bones,
and she's already stoned,
and I don't understand,
why she won't hold my hand,
at all.


In this, the city, where you never go,
you never know when,
you're gonna need some one to love,
communication is a crowd in mind.

This is the Spirit of Romance burning.

These are the hands, and these are the dreams,
and this, the only real thing,
in life, it seems,
on the crest of a wave,
from the deep blue seas,
of a wonderful brave new world,
with a brave new flag unfurled,
still the rats chew my bones,
and the killer in me's stone,
and I don't give a damn,
if you won't hold my hand,
at all.