Beady Eyes on the Horizon

There's a dead man hanging, slumped over the steering wheel
Of an interstate runaway bursting into flames.
And the devil was gently breathing,
Sleeping face-down in my apartment,
And like all his friends I'm growing tired of his games...
And there's a homeless man arranging his hands,
Grooving to the beat radiating from a police scanner,
Who said "The air is feeling good to me, just as cool and ripe as air can be,"
And a woman who sincerely believes in UFOs
And who can blame her when the stars are hanging overhead,
dangling by a thread,
Floating ten thousand feet off the ground...
(This was a story told to me when I was just the age of 17,
One which God Himself dictated to me,
He said, "This is how all this shit's gonna be when I blow your little planet into smithereens.
Blow your little planet into smithereens."
It haunted my dreams like an accident on replay on the TV screen.)
She sees faces in her dreams --- strange machines she'd never seen,
Blueprints of submarines to reassemble in a time of dire need,
And there were preachers in the desert, waving to the crowd,
Dictating seven angry letters from a man up in the clouds.
And there were 27 soldiers telling 27 lies,
And a hole inside a hurricane with a pair of beady eyes...
A pair of beady eyes
Looking down
Onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round
Because they all want a front seat when shit starts going down
Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around!
There were strangers in the subway
And men in limousines making deals
And swapping photographs of cans of gasoline,
And there are no angels in the woodwork or devils on the ground,
And they are looking through a hurricane's tectonic wall of sound,
And a man who smokes his cigarettes the other way around,
And she is looking in behind him from inside a wall of sound,
And she is dancing with the neon because
The air is feeling good against her arms and legs and fingertips are measuring the distance
In the spaces in between me and you and all your friends when there's no time to load a weapon,
No time to make amends,
And people frozen in their tracks staring at the sky at a hole inside a hurricane revealing...
A pair of beady eyes!
A pair of beady eyes
Looking down
Onto the pavement while the stars are gathered 'round
Because they all want a front seat when shit starts going down
Because the sun is just a supernova turned the other way around!
This is not a test, this is the real thing...
This is not a test, this is the real thing...