Shapeless Things

Lyrics

I can see the shapeless things to come I can see the shapeless things to come A trickle from the rusted pipes A torn portfolio of pornographic monotypes A haze descending over [?] And I can see the shapeless things to come The sky is black with burnt magnesium The hit parade's a sixty-cycle hum You work and drink and dance for now But soon you'll know the worst The smoke that hides the starry plow Like petals from a burst chrysanthemum And I can see the shapeless things I can see the shapeless things to come To come To come