The Brass

Calling cards of madness
Pull the brass men from their knees
To petrify more images to dangle
Just outside the reachOf the stunted and the dreamless ones
Who have nothing left to keep
For frozen dawns or nights
As cold as these have beenDon't ask for explanations
There's nothing left you'd understand
You're one of the wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned
The wild, the beautiful and the damnedWe read the latest venereal journals
Flicked through some catalogs of fear
You tore some more pages
From your old lovers heartsThen we engineered a wild reunion
In a Berlin Alleyway
While your New York Fuhrer
Tore our universe apartDon't ask for explanations
There's nothing left you'd understand
You're one of the wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned
The wild, the beautiful and the damnedBreak my legs politely
I'll spit my gold teeth out at you
Your sores are almost big enough
To step right inside nowI'll send you truckloads of flowers
From all the worlds that you stole from me
I'll spin a coin in the madhouse
While I watch you drowningDon't ask for explanations
There's nothing left you'd understand
You're one of the wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned
The wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damnedThe wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned
The wild, the beautiful and the damned, the damned
The wild, the beautiful and the damned
The wild, the beautiful and the damned