Where are you now? With flood-lights down I feel two thousand Redwood trees inside me In hollow ground My mind's a blur A spinal spur Can't feel my feet, below, behind, bewildered A holiday D.w.i On a Friday night A blue torpedo full of willing victims With hollow eyes A holiday Hip, hip, hooray A blind exploding ego super-nova A holiday We have Put the cart before the donkey Hold me up renaissance junkie Hammer toss Candy floss A freak-show in my head P.T. Barnum's stinkin' drunk again 'Never beens' And Siamese twins Florenz Ziegfeld's dead I've got a Coney Island in my brain