Fever

She came to me like a fever
It was a strange madness that gripped me there in the heart of that cool desert night
Moist was gathering at my brow when my dry lips cracked open and spilled the truth
I had felt her coming, sir. Seen her around, had heard her soft laughter drifting in and out of reality like feverish dream.
I told her the truth and she laughed

Maybe you should raise her head
Make sure that she is really dead
Maybe you should leave her bed
Maybe Mr Razorhead?

She’d look good in a glasstank baby, for any to see
She’d look good in a glasstank baby, for any old eyes to see

Maybe it was the sweat pouring down my eyes, Mr Judge Sir
Maybe it was that madness, but before I know it, she lay cold and blue beneath my crimson hands. Her laughter still ringing in my ears under the bandages.
RINGING, RAGING thru my head
She came to me like a fever
And left everything in a mess

You said she was your yin and yang
Or maybe t’was her Pu-Tang
Like a dog in heat man
Were you Mr Razorman?

She’d look good in a glasstank baby, for any to see
She’d look good in a glasstank baby, for any old eyes to see

Stumbling thru that cool desert morning into that red dawn from where I left her in that dirty motel room. That wet bed still jumping and buzzing from the nickels I had put in.
Don’t knowing or realizing what was real and what was dream I waited it out in Joe’s bar, with that same insane laughter still echoing thru my brains.
She came to me in fever
And left me with the dawn

Arms

A thousand years

Born to lose

Dogs

Four

Idle hands

Fever

Roadtrain song

Bad

Birth

Ship of tears

The waltz

Mr Evangelist

Girls on film

Words

Rocket to the moon