The best parade is a house on fire Nothing left but black and grey Guitars and books and wood and wire Plunged into a sooty grave I didn't care It cleaned me out Three a.m. a cresting freeway See the city from above The arms of a familiar lover Diamonds cover night's pure glove Sleep beside my better half Stand to greet another day Shower's hot I've been working a hell of a lot But I don't mind In fact I find It cleans me out