(dedicated to Arthur Rimbaud)

He came through the wastelands

Four seasons in hell

He shattered shook up people

Before they even knew

And then the first wave rolled

They heard about the flood

No reason to get worried

When the land’s still dry

(Rimbaud)

All down the line (2x)

Minds a desperate ghost-town

Tumbleweeds still rule

The dust in empty hearts

Is very hard to sweep

The best thing that could happen is

To get shot in the back

Women worship your ashes

And weep a silent prayer

(Rimbaud)

All down the line (2x)