i in my longing fly out in the night unveiled and irreverently dressed i m lip stuck and liquored up picking a fight i m the wicked wicked witch of the west over the alleyways backward and blind and the sad and insatiable sprawl over the market place darkly defined his desert is sounding a call he was a businessman twenty five years when the angel appeared with his orders i am making you mine my divine volunteer and i m flying you over the border and he can t recall where it all fell apart was it north of medina or south where the prophecy ends and the politics start where the weapon went into his mouth and everyone s sleeping and he s flying out and no one can keep him down now the morning delivers the news to my door of my president s war in the east and he doesn t tell me and i don t know who s in the belly and who is the beast when there s no place to run to when there s no place to hide it won t matter whose side you are on like a bomb in the basement we couldn t stop if we tried and it won t be long it won t be long it won t be long