And … in the death-as the last few corpses lay rotting on the slimy thoroughfare-the shutters lifted in inches in Temperance Building-high on Poachers Hill and red mutant eyes gazed down on Hunger City-no more big wheels-fleas the size of rats sucked on rats the size of cats and then thousand peoploids split into small tribes coveting the highest of the sterile skyscrapers-like packs of dogs assaulting the glass fronts of Love Me Avenue-ripping and re-wrapping mink and shiny silver fox-now leg warmers-family badge of sapphire and cracked emeralds-any day now-the year of the Diamond Dogs

Diamond Dogs (Track Two on Diamond Dogs)

As they pulled you out of the oxygen tent
You asked for the latest party
With your silicone lump and your ten-inch stump
Dressed like a priest you was
Todd Browning's freak you was

Crawling down the alley on your hands and knees
I'm sure you're not protected for it's plain to see
The Diamond Dogs are poachers and they hide behind trees
Hunt you to the ground they will
Mannequins with kill appeal

Will they come-I'll keep a friend serene
Will they come-Oh baby come unto me
Will they come-Well, she's come, been and gone

Come out of the garden baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl-they call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl-they call them the Diamond Dogs

Now Halloween Jack is a real cool cat
And he lives on top of Manhattan Chase
The elevator's broke so he slides down a rope
Onto the street below
Oh Tarzie go man go

Meets his little hussy with his ghost town approach
Her face is sans feature but she wears a Dali brooch
Sweetly reminiscent, something mother used to bake
Wrecked up and paralyzed
Diamond Dogs are sable-ized

Will they come-I'll keep a friend serene
Will they come-Oh baby come unto me
Will they come-Well, she's come, been and gone

Come out of the garden baby
You'll catch your death in the fog
Young girl-the call them the Diamond Dogs
Young girl-the call them the Diamond Dogs

In the year of the scavenger the season of the bitch
Sashay on the boardwalk, scurry to the ditch
Just another future song , lonely little kitsch
There's gonna be sorrow
Try and wake up tomorrow

Will they come-I'll keep a friend serene
Will they come-Oh baby come unto me
Will the come-Well, she's come, been and gone

Come out of the garden baby….

It's safe in the city
To love in a doorway
To wrangle some screams from the room
And isn't it me
Putting pain in a stranger?
Like a portrait in flesh
Who trails on a leash
Will you see
That I'm scared and I'm lonely?
So I'll break up my room
And yawn and I'll run to the center
Of things where the knowing one says

Boys, boys it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys it's a sweet thing, sweet thing

If you want it, boys
Get it here thing
Boys, boys it's a cheap thing, cheap thing
I'm glad that you're older than me
Makes me feel important and free
Does that make you smile, isn't that me?
I'm in your way
And I'll steal every moment
If this trade is a curse
Then I'll bless you and run
To the crossroads and hamburgers

Boys, boys it's a sweet thing
Boys, boys it's a sweet thing

If you want wit boys
Get it here thing
Oh boy it's a cheap thing
Cheap thing