Its Friday night I’m a skeletonnShaking in the light of the MarathonnSancho Panza wants to carry onnSo he pulls me through the doornnHe wants a packet of thisnA packet of thatnA brand new tombstone heart attacknNow I’m not sure that I want thatnBut then he pulls me to the floornn“Now you’re here its so goodnI’m Einstein you’re Robin HoodnNow you’re here its so goodnIt’s clear so clear”nThis is my home lying in the streetnThis is my brain dripping on my feetnThis is my home lying in the roadnThis is my brain you see explodennWe move through the smooth black summer heatnTrying to talk when we can barely speaknAnd the mangled people in the streetnThrow themselves in the airnnThe pale moonlight lit building sitesnRound tower block howling in the nightnAnd 4/4 beats prowling round for fightsnnWe wander without caren“Now you’re here its so goodnI’m Einstein you’re Robin HoodnNow you’re here its all goodnIt’s clear all clear”nThis is my home lying in the streetnThis is my brain dripping on my feetnThis is my home lying in the roadnThis is my brain you see explodennFriday night; skeleton; shaking in the light; MarathonnSancho Panza carries onnSo he pulls me to the doornA packet of this; a packet of that;nA brand new tombstone heart attacknNow I’m not sure I want thatnBut then he pulls me to the floorn“Now you’re here its all goodnI’m Einstein you’re Robin HoodnNow you’re here its all goodnIt’s clear so clear”nThis is my home lying in the streetnThis is my brain dripping on my feetnThis is my home lying in the roadnThis is my brain you see explode....