Howard The Damned Duck

The neon lights are bleeding through the rain A cosmic bird is hopping off the train In Cleveland streets where greasers hunt for prey The stars have turned their silver eyes away He’s smoking chrome and drinking motor oil The graveyard dirt begins to hiss and boil With switchblade combs and jackets made of skin The night is where the hollow birds begin He’s rocking to the rhythm of the void A feathered freak that cannot be destroyed With pompadours and circuits in the mist A cosmic punk with lightning in his wrist The upright bass is thumping like a heart That’s tearing every human soul apart In leather wings he’s soaring through the dark To leave a jagged, neon-colored mark The doctor’s eyes are glowing binary He’s summoning a dark machinery The Overlords are coming for the crown To burn the edges of this plastic town But Howard’s got a guitar made of bone To play a song the world has never known The slap-back echo screams across the sky Where ancient gods of metal come to die He’s rocking to the rhythm of the void A feathered freak that cannot be destroyed With pompadours and circuits in the mist A cosmic punk with lightning in his wrist The upright bass is thumping like a heart That’s tearing every human soul apart In leather wings he’s soaring through the dark To leave a jagged, neon-colored mark The Cadillac is fueled by demon blood It’s sinking deep within the toxic mud The signal flickers on the dashboard light The duck is hunting through the electric night The bill is sharp. The night is cold. The story never will be told. Quack. Quack.