The Escape - Scott Walker

The car in front follows the long way around

Prey moves, predator moves

Foreshortened angels hunting me down

Halle, halle, halle

Underkill

Sticks in gutters

Overkill is personal

Too many bullets

Rabbi crater keyed for action hits the marks

I wish I was in Dixie

Sleet switches silence to the shredding of larks

Serifot

Combs of honey

Kellipot, saliva’s coating

Balls of money

You and me against the world

You and me against the world

You and me against the world

World about to end

World about to end

World about to end

Windblown hair in a windowless room

A lifeline of knuckles

Waddles into the afternoon

Look into its eyes

It will look into your eyes

What’s up, Doc?

What’s up, Doc?

What’s up, Doc?

What’s up, Doc?

What’s up, Doc?

What’s up, Doc?