Tuxedomoon
Incubus (Blue Suit)
Thin man in a powder blue suitWith eyes that slice you throughThe cut of his clothes was strange indeedA hundred years too soonA passing stranger with no business hereA rest stop on a voyage through timeA rest stopA passing strangerIn a dream we hadThe man with the patented faceThe one with the telescope eyesThe man who walked awaySomeone handed me a gunHit the switch and ranI laughed and shot at the ceilingI laughed and shot the wallsThe smell of fusing metalPermeates the sceneMusic plays in empty hallsMusic plays in empty hallsUnderneath the street lightsA stranger calls your nameHe flickers to a halt and slowly fades away
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