| I was walking in the evening, I was | 
| Looking for something good, clean, fine, | 
| Pure, straight, but instead I found | 
| The bunker wall and gate. | 
| It was open: I was free. | 
| I gave a | 
| Token guarantee, though I later knew I | 
| Had promised more — with an I.O.U. | 
| I | 
| Could scarcely score my way… Oh | 
| But I herald Apocalypse anyway! | 
| I | 
| Was a prime believer in the faith | 
| Of 'I' :yellow fever in the cat’s eye. | 
| I/And it’s everything you | 
| Want, own, love, hate, touch, dream, | 
| Trust; | 
| and it’s everything you need. | 
| I got a heart like a rochet, I | 
| Was out of control, I’d cleaned out | 
| My pockets for some luck to show… | 
| Really looking like a hopeless case, | 
| I found it in my hand, it was | 
| The Angry Ace. | 
| He wants to talk to | 
| Me, one on one, he wants to give | 
| Me his professional opinion… but | 
| I’m running; | 
| I just can’t wait, I | 
| Haven’t got a moment to anticipate, | 
| Yes, I’m running, I just can’t stop, | 
| I’ve got to get to the bottom just to | 
| Get to the top, I’ve got the dark | 
| Alleys and the open skies, I got | 
| The yellow fever from the cat’s eye. | 
| Oh — I’ll let you know how it goes | 
| In the ninth life. |