Thieves

Sweating it out in my room

Barefoot and unbuttoned to the waist

The street car runs all night

And I can't wait

So meet me down behind the abattoir

With the last of the summer kings

Meet me down at the lake

I said

These waves come in from california

You said

These waves are all brand new

And summer is easy

Living in the city downtown

Thieves in the city

Bees in the flowerbeds

Kissing downtown and then the sun come up

In your summer dress you said

A culture with shaking breath

I want it now

Well in my mouth the sun will sound

When that evening sun go down

Down to the lake

Past the windmill like a fireball

Through your broken window

Down to the lake with shaking breath and the bloody owls

At the end of summer racket

You said

Tonight we can't be held by fences or by chains

Down at the lake with a bad moon shining in the waves