Now a dog lies in the gravel
Where the roadway should have been
And a broken down old neon sign
Illuminates the scene
Where paranoia scars the cities
And famine rules the land
And through it all walks a man in black
With a flashlight in his hand
Ton ton macoutes, ton ton macoutes
Is there any end to you?
Ton ton macoutes, ton ton macoutes
Is there any end to you?
Now the picture fades to a shoreline
Beside a rolling sea
Where poncho-clad guitarists
Train their eyes on eternity
And shades disguise the others
With the shotguns in their hands
And the whole scene crumbles down into dust
And their bones lie in the sand
Ton ton macoutes, ton ton macoutes
Is there any end to you?
Ton ton macoutes, ton ton macoutes
Is there any end to you?
What you gonna do about us?
What you gonna do about us?
We’re the ones you’ll never ever be able
We’re the ones you’ll never ever be able
To trust
Now when all the streets they are empty
And all the colour’s gone
And everything we accidentally thought
Submits to farenheit 451
And when all our moves they are pre-ordained
And all our hope has died
And all our brains, they are locked in chains
Maybe then you’ll be satisfied
Ton ton macoutes, ton ton macoutes
Is there any end to you?
Ton ton macoutes, ton ton macoutes
Is there any end to you?
