The attendant at the Texaco saw the guitar case in my back seat nand decided to impart his tragic talenHe said: “I used to play in a band like you, nwe even made a record too” nand sang a bar that hardly rang a bell nNow I’m not one to make a lot nof omens and premonitions and fleeting thoughts nbut I must admit that I tried to avoid his stare n‘Cause I didn’t want to see him see himself in me nwith the look of an extinguished flame that might be lurking there nWaxing sad with drip and dreg, nc’mon now Toto get off my leg, nyou gotta remember we’re not in Kansas anymore nAnd remember always to look both ways, nsay “please” and “thank you” and curtsey twice nbefore you gore their sacred dinosaurs… n nWelcome to the City of the Sun n nJohnny on the sidewalk,nJohnny on the street,nJohnny in the places where the outlaws meetnJohnny on the sofa,nJohnny shaking hands,nJohnny got a spinning head in wonderlandn nWelcome to the City of the Sunn nOh Johnny you’ve got a song in your heart nYou’ve got important things to say nWe’re here to help you make a new start nWe’re not gonna take your heart away nYou stand before us like a veiled figure at the end of a long gallerynDistant and forever mysteriousnAdvice from the tasteless to the blandnWash all that magic from your handsnMake it so we might understandnnGood Morning Precious...nGood Morning SpecialnI've got news for you.nThere's millions like younnWhere power seems to get no restnit's the shaming of the true I guess and Zombie,nI can see you're qualifiednnJohnny on the sidewalk,nJohnny on the street,nJohnny in the places where the bigwigs meetnnWelcome to the City of the SunnnOh, Johnny you've got a seed in your headnIt is the seed of your demisenAmbition's gonna lure you awaynInto the land of compromisenYou stand before us like a brash over-ripened nectarinenand someone better pick you soonnAdvice for the dying from the deadnSilence the voices in your headnWouldn't you rather eat instead?