This is mister blank calling, gorgeous From the slum which time ignores Where folks use razor blades for toothpaste And every breath is a holy war Were you sleeping? do you hate me? I've been dozing in the midnight sun And i've solved all of my problems Making the many into one The good times are all over I don't care, it seems i missed them But i miss your smile, your laugh, your snore, Your fond contempt, your faithful rage You're a rose You're a rose in a crown of thorns You don't mind the queues, the burning trains The squalid, mute despair You don't mind deceiving lovers You ignore the stinking air Well, now accept you're just a person Not the touchstone, not the face Of the ages past, their grandeur And the d**h-wish of the master race The dawn sky is getting bleaker Our demise could not be neater And your face hangs down before me now Like a rootless flame; in awe i stare You're a rose On fire You're a rose in a crown of thorns Well, i think you'd better hang up on the jerk It's been too long, too long, too long From now on there's only gonna be one way One way traffic now The door is open, the door is open wide cos i said so...