Mr. Mesmer counts to three and the evening's done   I was high as a sunrise   Cold as a loaded gun   Tugging at my shirt she screams like a banshee       I`ll hunt him down like a dog   I know where he works where he lives and the stories he's sold   Poor mans excuse for right   And a whole lot of people know where he stayed last night       So now you live within a dream   That no one ever will believe       Don't wake up the neighbours when   In the darkness I fulfill you   The last of many men   Can't you see that I am golden       And I'm going on my own   Trying to make a little sense of what I'm doing here as I juggle the sideshow   Fell down on your knees by the virgin where you got your fortune told   By the old man in Singapore now wasn't that real close   Had a handful of glitter   You'll find everything he said       And I know you had to go   And I miss the belief of her       We learn to cry at birth   We're all sitcom infants   With some god that must hate us    Check mate stranger the virgin's falling out of the sky   And you're moving like a little bunny in a black & white cartoon   I'm howling with my demons, they're candy apple red   Can't you hear the thunder rolling down   Can't you feel the thunder rolling down   As you stagger home       No one's mad enough to see   That it's winter in July   I got an animal in me   And the scream is always wild       Dont wake up the neighbours when   In the darkness I fulfill you   The last of many men   Can't you see that I am golden