Neon lights beat down upon his face
Electric as the night
He lives on dope and ultraviolet light
A Brando look-a-like

Anywhere, anytime he comes around
Anyplace, anyhow he makes his sound
Anywhere, anytime he swallows you whole
He punctures your heart and he's pledging your soul

He's getting fixed; so reptile-smooth and quick
He's back in ´66
The odds are good, New York below his feet
He's up to something deep

The time is up; he's bringing you closer
You lose yourself in violence and sorrow
You call his name and promise you did no wrong