Told my little Pollyanna
There's a place for you and me
We'll go down to Transverse City
Life is cheap, and Death is free

Past the condensation silos
Past the all-night trauma stand
We'll be there before tomorrow
Pollyanna, take my hand

Show us endless neon vistas
Castles made of laser lights
Take us to the shopping sector
In the vortex of the night

Past the shiny, mylar towers
Past the ravaged tenements
To a place we can't remember
For a time we won't forget

Here's the hum of desperation
Here's the test tube mating call
Here's the latest carbon cycle
Here's the clergy of the mall

Here's the song of shear and torsion
Here's the bloodbath magazine
Here's the harvest of contusions
Here's the narcoleptic dream

Told my little Pollyanna
Here's a place where we can stay
We have come to see tomorrow
We have given up today

Down among the dancing quanta
Everything exists at once
Up above in Transverse City
Every weekend lasts for months

Here's the hum of desperation
Here's the test tube mating call
Here's the latest carbon cycle
Here's the clergy of the mall

Here's the witness and the victim
Here's the relatives' remains
Here's the well-known double helix
Here's the poisoned waves of grain

Here's the song of shear and torsion
Here's the bloodbath magazine
Here's the harvest of contusions
Here's the narcoleptic dream

Here's the hum of desperation

Copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
Writer(s): STEFAN ARNGRIM, WARREN ZEVON