Barton's in the hall New York was in the clouds Sepia attack Write the play, insomniac Johnny, let it go There's nothing here to see Stand black clad among depraved Smoke a fag and stay awake Barton cries in bed On truth, he depends Johnny hits his head Don't wait for the world's end Travis, calm your heart Because no one ever loves Disregard what's on the streets Load the guns, avoid sleep Culture isn't sick Just so boring Stay awake to think Erase the useless things Dying by the fire A century at wit's end Fall upon a blade The Lamplighters are dead again Culture isn't sick, so dull Just so dulling Take sleepless icons Bring the better scene