Turn Me On, Dean Man

I snared you in a photograph

I trapped you on a wire

I amplified you magnified you

1500 times

You strode across the ocean

And you smiled to careful drivers

Swooping low

You'd just say no

And though you never showed

I know you're still alive

Turn me on, my dead man

Give me a little sign

Turn me on dead man

Give me another line

I still watch all your videos

My bedroom is your shrine

On friday all the guys will get toghther

In the ghettos, in the pits

Howling elipso fits

I swing my hips

I mime

Yes I can feel your kick inside

When you feel the time is right

Will you rejoin me as a king

With medallions of rings

And stairway things

That lead from heaven

Will you give me back my innocence

And paint the black sky blue

Just like your shoes

I'll keep my distance, my respect

You choose the hour, I'll be there