Electric skyway

Mister Mister, won't you tell me another secret.
Another lie, another tale of descent.
It'll keep me honest.
I promise, I won't miss a beat.
Except to the drum that burns in the executioner's arms.
Take a look, and steal a kiss.
A kiss is the only chance you'll get.
To explain that affair to your mistress.
The one that sleeps with the witches.

We're wrapped up in the officer's uniform.
We're burning in the wake of an electric storm.
We've held on for this long but this branch is about to fracture.

I can't see past your harrowing eyes.
Mister, Mister, take off your disguise.
Let's call this one another instance of deceit.
Dissimulator, equivocator, fabricator.
(Spin, spin, around, again.)
Mister, Mister, take me to the stand, I'll atest to this perjury. Give me your hand.
Lend me a cross between a woman and a whore.
Call up the authorities, they're willing to rape one more.

Again, with this? This'll be your last chance to ride the electric skyway, my dear.
Shoot from the hip. But don't forget to kick the tires.

We're wrapped up in the officer's uniform.
We're burning in the wake of an electric storm.
We've held on for this long but this branch is about to fracture.

Take a closer look. Who will it be?
Take a closer look. Who will it be?
Take a closer look.
It's just a matter of time, you see.