James Dean

It stabbed me in the chest like the pimp prudent's knife
 Into poor wandering Becket under a mother of Pearl sky
 At the back of the wall, I bawled, cursing all in reel and rhyme
 While feeling out of sorts like a road sweeper dressed up to the nines
 As the multi-colored kite over shoulders taking flight
 And the local matador gives two fingers to the girl next door
 I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
 Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
 And in me father's clothes with a bloody nose I sang
 "Isn't it so sweet?"
 There by the slot machine, there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
 And the disciples from the street
 They all burst in through open doors
 And the creaking of the chairs and the running down the stairs
 Pure ecstasy
 The circus master smiles pointing his finger at the mime
 I hear the distant call of a boy named Paul
 Who was taken before his time
 And all the precious stones or the mongrel's bone
 Won't entice me, you silly child
 You just run on home for your tea's gone cold
 And your mother cursed you blind
 And the backdoor man feels wrong for switching off when signing on
 And the double-jointed thief wins an award for pure indecency
 I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
 Looking for the quiet life, working for Irish rail
 And in me father's clothes with a bloody nose I sang
 "Isn't it so sweet?"
 There by the slot machine, there's James Dean out cold beneath my feet
 Then the disciples from the street
 They all burst in through open doors
 And the creaking of the chairs and the running down the stairs
 Pure ecstasy
 I had a dream that James Dean was alive and well today
 He's working for Irish rail