I was born in the Summer of Sam --nSmaller and sooner than planned --nIn the spitting image of a mannRaised by wolves on the fat of the land.nClear of romance, beauty, and damnednTomorrow will come if she can.nJust want a woman who can walk on a wirenWith a trembling glass in her hand.nOver the hilltops the fire engine rolls,nDown the valley deeper still it goes;nGot my weapons out, I'm laying lownOn this end of the telescope.nnAlone, you ramble the whole of the worldnThrough black-water jungles for bliss.nIt's feast or famine, you eat what you killnThere's no need to bring God into this.nMy heart is heavy and pressed to the bone,nSome people too heavy to hold.nSalutations, take me as I am --nYou can have me, or leave me alone.nSun-kissed lemons in the graveyard belownHere in death you see new adventures grow.nI see you at last but mostly ghost,nOn this end of the telescope.nnThis will not be easynWord's out the doctor is not coming innThis genie is too angry to go backnInto the bottle again.nnCloser than ever, and covered in birdsnA bone-colored moon fills the west.nNow, throats will be slashed, and flags will unfurlnAs time will divide us in gangs.nnNow, years of progress digging the sandnCompanions we made didn't last.nnNow, lousy lovers do well with their handsnBut I'll reach you like nobody can.nnNow, slow and easy, you let your paddle gonDown a the bottom there is more hell to row.nnI see clear at last: I love, I loathe,nOn this end of the telescope.