Ellen Foley - The Death of the Psychoanalyst of Salvador Dali lyrics

Your dreams breathed beads of sweat
The world was not right
The suburbs awoke to a locust attack
The tribes of the Amazon halted
They threw all their irons in the fire

Department stores burned all afternoon
The gigolos cried
The film stars fled from the script
And the set widows and dogs searched the
Streets for each other
Strippers were fighting for prams in the park
The network broke the music at midnight
To announcе the death of the psychoanalyst
Of Salvador Dali

Thе baker lite tune reached a fabulous price
The Titanic’s band played
Columns of smoke hung words in the air
All the kitchen knives were
Bought from the shops
Some police men were begging for
Soup at the jail

Poker dice games make the factory still
Foghorns called names
Gene Vincent’s cufflinks rusted in the shirt
Priests married themselves using
Bibles and mirrors in China all the bicycle
Chains snapped at once

And the mad world broke
The music at midnight to announce
The death of the psychoanalyst
Of Salvador Dali