East of nowhere

'Round the midnight hour

Mr. Fox drove into town

Parked on municipal ground

Saddled for a night-ride down to Darkland

His heart knocked back-beat

Good to smell a real street

Stars were shining high above

3 degrees below zero

When he climbed the dream-train down to Darkland

Just another kind of reality

I'm a black bird in the zaqqum tree

Burned down 23 years of my life, just waiting

Tonight I will finish this strife, I'm just waiting

East of nowhere

High on Darkland power

Possession controlled his nerves

Each man get what he deserves

Looking for offerings dressed for Darkland

He counted sorrows

All those local Monroe's

One way to stop their lies

Bullet holes between their eyes

He's their tour conductor down to Darkland

I can help them to finish their emptiness

I'm a horse in an out of space chess

Burned down 23 years of my life, just waiting

Tonight I will finish this strife, I'm just waiting

Huge streets of metal to roam, just waiting

Holy Darkland tonight I'll come home, I'm just waiting

Black Armani suit

Perfume made of fresh fruit

A silver cross around his neck

Gun with muffler on his back

When he saw the ticket into Darkland

He said " I've heard kids crying

But I've never seen'em dying

Wonder if their pants run wet

Want to see their final breath

Then I'll walk the crossroad home to Darkland "

One finger-movement from reality

Keep the charge at the object, set'em free