Desolation, Mr. Foe

Waiting by the telephone

The line is singing dead majestic tones

The humor of a cigarette

Won't ease the burns of being set to go

All your life you've seen it shown in the park, in the alley, in the room where they left you alone

With a teenage dream that's all

Of a foreign wave

You're spitting out the letters of control

And the streets of this city will leave you to roam

When everyone else is going back home

Desolation, Mr. Foe, is running down the citadel at home

The queen is jumping down the street - a savage heart - it's a savage heart and it roars

All her life she's seen it shown in the street, in the alley, in the room where they left her alone

With a teenage dream that's all

Of a foreign wave

She's spitting out the letters of control

And the streets of this city will leave you to roam

When everyone else is going back home

There on the lawn he feels unknown

Back in the trees he is a fool

I need disorder with the sons and daughters

There by and by he turns to stone

And the streets of this city will leave you to roam

When everyone else is going back home

They call upon science to see where the wind blows

You look down and watch your hair grow

I need disorder with the sons and daughters

There by and by he turns to stone.