Geneva

Ain't it familiar?
You leave your prints upon a glass
then every mercenary in the western world
has your photograph in hand.

Good job that everyone
looks like the saviours son
i'm not worth the paper i'm printed on.
But i'm dangerous
excess aint quite enough.
Will nobody in the world believe
that you were nothing to me?

I'm no civilian
got letters after my name.
Undercover mime has his
face painted sad.
I'll be killed if I stay.

Down a lifelike tunnel track
I run with hardly any tact.
I slip on a sunstrip.
Fall into a perfect ditch,
feels like home for a minute.
I can hear somebody coming
but they ain't gonna get me.

I love Lucy but who does Lucy love?
Every Tuesday night in Geneva
she goes out after dark.

Gotta mission for a Samsonite of cash
you may not wanna risk your neck for less
- she shoots a poison dart.

The blip of a lifeline
in a web of intrigue.
We put lovin onto microfilm.
You broke my heart
no pistol 'neath your pillow.
I feel like a fallen chandelier.

I Love Lucy but who does Lucy Love?
Every Tuesday night in Geneva
she goes out after dark.

Gotta mission for a samsonite of cash
you may not wanna risk your neck for less
- she shoots a poison dart.

Gotta ticket to a private function
this Tuesday night in Geneva.
No dress code on the card,
but I'm gonna dress real smart
and ride a chalk scooter to Geneva,
leaving white lines on all the roads.