His photograph was taken in 1980

In new york on a subway train

He emerges days later,

The sun in his eyes,

And it started all over again

It spreads through the city

Like a hand-made virus

And catching a glimpse of their lives

Beggars and bankers and flyboys and hookers

All hang on together inside

He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah

He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah

Criminally minded and partially blinded,

Surviving on minimal sleep

Scars on his face and a stone in the place

Where his heart would previously beat

Travelling even faster in the wake of disaster

And reaching at you from the bleak

Escaping and hiding or simply surviving,

Way down in the fluorescent deep

He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah

He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah ah ah

His photograph was taken in 1980

In new york on a subway train

Then he hit self-destruct with a battering ram

And it started all over again

He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah

He's either dead or in serious trouble, ah ah ah

He's either dead or in serious trouble

He's either dead or in serious trouble

He's either dead or in serious trouble

He's either dead or in serious trouble