Call me from Albemarle Station if you can I hope you find your concentration beneath those ceiling fans We used to dance in this split-level ranch when moonlight flooded the room Now you're gone and the shades are all drawn in my air conditioned tomb Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges could turn a once bad man religious if thy kingdom ever comes you better run, run run run There must be a spanish word for this feeling the rush I get when I am stealing from the Dust Congress whose dollars and dimes say "in dust we trust" oh yeah the world is not ready for you I pa**ed an abandoned drive-in with ivy growing over the screen It was like I caught Hollywood sleeping- sleep without the dreams A magic shop in Colonial Watts something gets pushed by the wind The world's not ready the world's not ready the chimes of rabies are ringing again Bad roads, bad snow, bad bridges could turn a once bad man religious if thy kingdom ever comes you better run, run run run There must be a pool out behind the church cause he looked so cool in the back of a hearse After a debutante of his trial all the citizens began to dress in his style oh yeah, it's a beautiful, beautiful world