Riding on the rickshaw Taking in the sights Passing all the sicko bars Pulling out a light Sucking in the super jets Blowing out the news Feels like a tragedy I got the slicker city blues The flowers of evil The flowers of evil The flowers of evil Will surely grow Crackle up your color box Count up all your change Make it all seem tolerable Get yourself enraged Give 'em all a sucker punch Bring it to a head Shove it down their throats All eyes are flashing red Going through motions of life Dancin' 'neath the stars and the strife Dancin' by the sea stars Shaking up a shirt Throw away your language Keep from getting hurt Fallin' through the night Fallin' through the day Were living in some faulty times You can hear them say