Desolation, Mr. Foe

Waiting by the telephone
The line is singing dead majestic tones
The humor of a cigarette
Won't ease the burns of being set to go

All your life you've seen it shown
In the park, in the alley, in the room where they left you alone
With a teenage dream that's all of a foreign wave
You're spitting out the letters of control

And the streets of this city will leave you to roam
When everyone else is going back home

Desolation, Mr. Foe, is running down the citadel at home
The queen is jumping down the street -
A savage heart - it's a savage heart and it roars

All her life she's seen it shown
In the street, in the alley, in the room where they left her alone
With a teenage dream that's all of a foreign wave
She's spitting out the letters of control

And the streets of this city will leave you to roam
When everyone else is going back home

There on the lawn he feels unknown
I need disorder!
Back in the trees he is a fool
With the sons and daughters
There on the lawn he feels unknown (There by and by he turns to stone)
I need disorder
Back in the trees he is a fool (There by and by he turns to stone)
With the sons and daughters

And the streets of this city will leave you to roam
When everyone else is going back home

They call upon science to see where the wind blows
You look down and watch your hair grow
I need disorder
With the sons and daughters (There by and by he turns to stone)
I need disorder