Lyrics

A Berkoff play on a television A goatee beard She's ginger haired An English Seine, a pair of jeans, a lite that steams A smell of fire, I'm sure there's something burning Hang around me Hang around me Hang around me Here and now A steam of thought runs through my head in technicolor I took the Train to Valladolid with engines at both ends The woman knew I couldn't speak her language But she talked to me She'd stating facts, the crowd reacts, a raging bull Hang around me Hang around me Hang around me Here and now I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired I'm tired in quick succession A screaming man says the engine's on The rumor might be worthless The electricity is absolutely, absolutely free Hang around me Hang around me Hang around me Here and now