A Berkoff play on a television
A goatee beard
She's ginger haired
An English Seine, a pair of jeans, a lite that steams
A smell of fire, I'm sure there's something burning
Hang around me
Hang around me
Hang around me
Here and now
A steam of thought runs through my head in technicolor
I took the Train to Valladolid with engines at both ends
The woman knew I couldn't speak her language
But she talked to me
She'd stating facts, the crowd reacts, a raging bull
Hang around me
Hang around me
Hang around me
Here and now
I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired, I'm tired
I'm tired in quick succession
A screaming man says the engine's on
The rumor might be worthless
The electricity is absolutely, absolutely free
Hang around me
Hang around me
Hang around me
Here and now