Letra de Neurotica (Live, Mexico City, Aug. 96)
Good morning, it's 3 a.m in this great roaring city Full of garbage eaters, ravaging parking spots beneath my plaza window I see cheetah in their tight skins and tired heels All-night hippo in the diner crossing the street Swarthy herds of young impala flambastic gibbonEven a struggling monza And over there that brilliant head ornament on that Japanese macaque But look closely at the hammerhead hand in hand with the mandrill It's a sight you're unlikely to see anywhere else on the planetThe stench and the noise, yes, yes The howler's resonating repertoire is not too bad When mixed with the more musical twern of the tropical warbler But the impatient taxi blare, the squawking elderly ibis And the glass-eye snapper hawking papers, I can certainly live withoutAlso be cautious of the poisonous, boomslang laughter Social droppings of the fruit bat and purple queen fish And who's that babbler conversing with a magazine stand? Evidently he's getting a good replyArrive in Neurotica Through neon heat disease I swear at the swarming herds I sweat the foul terrain I rove the moving sceneryI have no fin, no wing, no stinger No claw, no camouflage I have no more to sayIsn't that an elephant fish on the corner over there? Look at that bush baby, mud puppy, noolbenger Rhinoderma, marmoset, spring peeper, shingleback skink Siren, skate, starling, sun-gazer, spoonbill, and suckersThey seem to be everywhere, well it's a live revue Random animal parts now playing nightly, right here in Neurotica So long