At the targets on the street
Trucks wipe the sweat out of their eyes
The brain is making promises
You duck inside a doorway
And you change into your favorite disguise
Black hole in your pocket
But there's jingles up your sleeve
Going down like a pederast in a boy′s school
And you wish that you could stop it
But the handle's out of reach
Sinking like a calliope in a whirlpool
You're waiting for the green light
Still waiting on a cold opportunity
You′re waiting for the green light
As every second of your life keeps slipping
The the green light is looking like