green grass mornings! you know, 'cause i wake up feeling mown down. but that submarine goes back under the waves before too long, dives to lurk & later rise again. belly full of mirv'ed missiles. bound to me by hate & neccisity. without these dreams, who would i be then? well, i can't guess. hey i've got to bring something to the freakshow besides this carnival barker charm. falling down from heaven is a good stunt, but i only did it the once-- you can't expect me to milk it forever. but you know, i don't mind a little catastrophe. in fact, i don't mind orchastrating a little. you know what, i mis-spoke. the whole world isn't against me.