Future Legend

And in the death
As the last few corpses lay
rotting on the slimy
thoroughfare
The shutters lifted in inches
in Temperance Building
High on Poacher's Hill
And red, mutant eyes gaze down
on Hunger City
No more big wheels

Fleas the size of rats sucked
on rats the size of cats
And ten thousand peoploids split i
nto small tribes
Coverting the highest
of the sterile skyscrapers
Like packs of dogs assaulting
the glass fronts of Love-Me Avenue

Ripping and rewrapping mink
and shiny silver fox,
now legwarmers
Family badge of sapphire
and cracked emerald
Any day now
The Year
of the Diamond Dogs

"This ain't Rock'n'Roll
This is Genocide"