What have you been afraid of?
All these years?
What have you been afraid of?
Motorbike in country lane
You are the hawk headed rider moth
Damien dandy
Your friends the mirror people
In dusty country halls and bars
With an acetylene blowtorches
Melting down your stolen stars
Damien dandy
Test tube Teresa on the mantelpiece
In an iron corset from the coast
A bullhead in the larder
With candles burning in the garden
Damien dandy
Kiss me quick said the old hag
Selling fortunes at the fair
What are you afraid of?
When you say you haven’t a care
Damien dandy
