today is a fine day the full moon's in it's reign and all's full of light full of cocaine I went down to the pantry it's such a fabulous swing to put a roap 'round your neck and then die from the string someone has filled up for me, my dear old caring mother, ten large cleared shelves just with pickled peppers the ten small ones over there are all full of rind you could eat them down to the bone or at least you'd be inclined as I hung upon there in the yarn meditating at the World I have felt an easy breeze between my legs unfurl but wait, I'm floating in the mist the boat is full and leaving shore I hear the bark of dogs resound faces of old in the decor I am long since past the Sun the Great Bear constellation I've past Heaven, the recumbent hence, my final station: Hell is the last place I see they jump out of the boat after me an old woman, an old man holdin' hands, holdin' hands he is glad that on the barge he's got thousands of tomatoes, large as his pride when he splits them apart slice after slice, he shares them with heart happy that the fire's burning they fill hundreds of the boilers there and they start chopping at the cargo and all they've found in the devil's lair

ANNIE: a life without pickles tell me what's it good for? if you're only having biscuits - that's a life I would abhor when I was a younger maiden often I'd remark it: the cucumbers would all awaken as I passed through the market it is then that I have met him right there by the grocer my runty man, so full of life resembling a dozer MICKEY: I proudly drew my carriage looking for some greens my foot touched her oh so gently it was unforeseen the celery and cabbage piles started copulating 'told her I'm a man of culture her heart just started melting railwayman, just like my father in the railcars I've determined how to translate for the ladies first from French and then from German I had often read aloud by the windows, doors and closets honestly, I was disgusted by all those semiconscious starlets ANNIE: a life without preservatives would be all but fluff from my tiny pantry I've given quite enough MICKEY: she welcomed me into her larder although shy, she grabbed a knife and opened up tomato sauce so I made her my wife ANNIE: I said YES, though I admit the sauce was kind of salty MICKEY: it was New Year's Eve, I think she yawned of melancholy ANNIE: oh, how the years have passed since around the house I've functioned MICKEY: I'm at the market every morning without interruption MICKEY AND ANNIE TOGETHER: a life without pickles is a tragedy if you've got jars, we'll collect and pay handsomely but we only take the ones with lids the kind you can unscrew we'll be waiting in the park after luncheon - thank you!

wait and the tides of luck will surely start changing soon we'll no longer be like we are today we'll no longer be like we are today so don't be in a rush and don't you start to give up but stop breaking me down just look at the shape we are in just look at the shape we are in I've told you once, we really don't need this to be quite this way, overexposed here comes the tram, it's already leaving and there's no one left, no one on board wait and the tides of luck will surely start changing soon we'll no longer be like we are today we'll no longer be like we are today I've told you once, we really don't need this to be quite this way, overexposed here comes the tram, it's already leaving and there's no one left, no one on board here comes the tram, it's already leaving and there's no one left, no one on board and there's no one left, no one on board and there's no one left, no one on board

everything's on track the plan is dynamite I will hide when it gets back in the dumpster light in the dumpster light the night has already cracked and I am still on the lookout I put screws on the tracks cause I don't see a way out my hands smell like gasoline oil sets my hair alight but I'll keep hiding 'til it gets back in the dumpster light in the dumpster light in the dumpster light oh, in the dumpster light no one really knows how I'm feelin' and no one really cares but I guess I'll show them no one really knows how I'm feelin' and no one really cares but I guess I'll show them in the moonlight the ghouls are waking but they don't bother me, they know I come here every night 'til breaking dawn, to prey upon that shadow everything's on track the plan is dynamite I will hide when it gets back in the dumpster light in the dumpster light in the dumpster light oh, in the dumpster light yeah in the dumpster light in the dumpster light yeah in the dumpster light yeah in the dumpster light in the dumpster light

If there would be a saboteur I don't think I could catch him unaware Don't think there is, but if there would be I wonder what that would mean for me 'Cause I can't go on no more I can't go on no more Looking like a slob When I can sleep on the job So if there would be a saboteur I don't believe I could catch him unaware But if there would be a saboteur I could outmanoeuvre that prankster So if there is, it's not a quiz My mission would be easier than this And I don't feel like it Really don't feel like it Won't be made into a fool By a stubborn buffoon So if there would be a saboteur I could outmanoeuvre that prankster But if there would be a saboteur Though I hardly think that could occur Don't think there is, but if there would be Just think of what that would mean for me Look I am oh so ill And I am lazy still I live like a lord I'm only a cop when I'm bored And still there is a saboteur I wonder how I could catch him unaware I wonder how I could catch him unaware I wonder how I could catch him unaware