Neon lights beat down upon his face   Electric as the night   He lives on dope and ultraviolet light   A Brando look-a-like      Anywhere, anytime he comes around   Anyplace, anyhow he makes his sound   Anywhere, anytime he swallows you whole   He punctures your heart and he's pledging your soul      He's getting fixed; so reptile-smooth and quick   He's back in ´66   The odds are good, New York below his feet   He's up to something deep      The time is up; he's bringing you closer   You lose yourself in violence and sorrow   You call his name and promise you did no wrong