I see the old spot where I used to play my piano in the street, that was before the chimera came out.
A huge ungodly looking beast with tusks that scratched the ground
They torch our play grounds, and destroy our streets, keeping a keen eye while you sleep.
The fish start flying through the sky killing all the blue jays.
We are no longer evil, but just harlequins in a game where only the rocks win
I keep driving the piano down broad Ave. the slippery highways left behind by the chimera's drool
Make me swerve against the oceans tide