Mr. Deadly

Robyn Hitchcock · Invisible Hitchcock [1986]

Randomly the radio that wanders through the stations like a train

Flickers on the dashboard as the melody dissolves into his brain



Hovering the kestral over chequered fields suspended in the air

Settles on a movement and swoops down to find this time, there's nothing there



And all who hear him say you must further gone then they

And all who hear him say he must be mad to be himself around today



All my final children will be sticky little mushrooms in a field

Harvesting your future just by sitting there whatever will it yield



And all who hear him say you must be further gone then they

And all who hear him say he must be mad to be himself around today

Around today

Around today

Around today