Electronic Alcatraz

the rattle in my brain
drove me off the dancefloor
the tune stayed in my head
as they led me to the door
and the sky was mighty big
but I could still hear them talking
a muffled hum vaguely resembling
the voice of stephen hawking

the gossip of the famous
the blessed and the respected
the skin that was shown appeared to be known
its weakness is detected
I can't quite recall the joke you made then
I remember its punch line well
I might assume that this is art
but who needs wallpapers in hell?

look at the crowd
the dancefloor never was a prison cell
I'll stay here
you can calculate what I might sell
if you must
you might say in the morning we'll be dust
but for now
to every thought there is a tune in alcatraz

I had considered all the options
consulted all the experts
when I stopped by your apartment
to see if the light was on
and like in the movies when the monster's behind you
my ears could trace a roar
I heard my track rolling up your stairs
scratching at your door
and when the whole street got silent
I heard it ring your bell
something waited to deliver
some long papers from hell

to every thought there is a tune for you in alcatraz (2x)

if you must
you might say in the morning we'll be dust
but for now

to every thought there is a tune in alcatraz (3x)

if you must
you might say in the morning we'll be dust