Ultraviolence

Let me rest

and the four spangled Jesus

waits in the wings

he sings

your fading hand print

can’t walk the rope

forgets to ring

that passing bell

oh, my love

ain’t you done well

Don’t you know

you gotta get yourself

outta that loop

and on with something else

KUBRICK’S ON THE TELEVISION

THAT OR ME AIN’T NO DECISION

A BIT OF ULTRAVIOLENCE

A BIT OF ULTRAVIOLENCE

KUBRICK’S ON THE TELEVISION

THAT ONE WITH BIG SWINGING DICK

A BIT OF ULTRAVIOLENCE QUICK

A BIT OF ULTRAVIOLENCE

Some would tell

how they dare to make a minute

as danger creeps on

they long

to catch a fire

would kindle hope

with silver tongue

but they can’t tell

oh, my love

how you done well

yeah you wrote your prayer

for a chance in hell