Lewis Furey

no more frisky nights on whisky
junk or pills
no panacea to cure our ills
the cup overflows
then the cup spills
church bells ring, the choirs sing
we stoke the fire
stacking heroes on the pire
lord of hosts
you found a buyer

could we rent another dream
put another slug
in the desire machine
could we rent another dream
it'd love another slug
it's a desire machine
could we rent another dream
desire machine

no cars parked outside the bars
everyone's at home
t.v. dinners by the telephone
talking with their favorite clone
who's got a hook for making book
on what's in store
hears that the prophesy is war
drag on your fag boys
and hit the floor

could we rent another dream
put another slug
in the desire machine
could we rent another dream
it'd love another slug
it's a desire machine
could we rent another dream
desire machine

you're dying, is that why you're crying
you're such a dear
with me baby you've got nothing to fear
die all you like
without a tear
there's a heaven waiting for all good lovers
and we've heard your plea
we know that's where you long to be
wrapped in some great mystery

could we rent another dream
put another slug
in the desire machine
could we rent another dream
it'd love another slug
it's a desire machine
could we rent another dream
desire machine