And it's a sweet sickness surfing my soul
I watch the dogs at night from my window
They howl a loss of control, as do my habits
I'm taking extra classes in new politics

 [bad word] rudy, shy cynic to be
The sun is shining down on our arcane effigies

And I'm a cold partial to translocation
I live in a town with no acclamation [bad word] 
And hapless sick lay on doorsteps of beauty
And the privileged are unhappy

 [bad word] rudy, shy cynic to be
The sun is shining down on our arcane effigies
 [bad word] rudy, stop shadowing me
The sun us shining down on our arcane effigies