There's a dead man hanging, slumped over the steering wheelnOf an interstate runaway bursting into flames.nAnd the devil was gently breathing, nSleeping face-down in my apartment,nAnd like all his friends I'm growing tired of his games...nnAnd there's a homeless man arranging his hands, nGrooving to the beat radiating from a police scanner,nWho said The air is feeling good to me, just as cool and ripe as air can be,nAnd a woman who sincerely believes in UFOsnAnd who can blame her when the stars are hanging overhead,ndangling by a thread,nFloating ten thousand feet off the ground...nn(This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17,nOne which God Himself dictated to me,nHe said, This is how all this shit's gonna be when I blow your little planet into smithereens.nBlow your little planet into smithereens.nIt haunted my dreams like an accident on replay on the TV screen.)nnShe sees faces in her dreams --- strange machines she'd never seen,nBlueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire need,nAnd there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd,nDictating seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds.nnAnd there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies,nAnd a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of beady eyes...nA pair of beady eyesnLooking downnOnto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'roundnBecause they all want a front seat when shit starts going downnBecause the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around!nnThere were strangers in the subwaynAnd men in limousines making dealsnAnd swapping photographs of cans of gasoline,nAnd there are no angels in the woodwork or devils on the ground,nAnd they are looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of sound,nAnd a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around,nAnd she is looking in behind him from inside a wall of sound,nAnd she is dancing with the neon becausenThe air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the distancenIn the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when there's no time to load a weapon,nNo time to make amends,nAnd people frozen in their tracks staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing...nnA pair of beady eyes!nA pair of beady eyesnLooking downnOnto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'roundnBecause they all want a front seat when shit starts going downnBecause the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around!nnThis is not a test, this is the real thing...nThis is not a test, this is the real thing...