Galaxy

Which galaxy you are from
Tell me how they bang a gong
Your world
I’m in your world
Shadows in the alley at midnight
Middle-class bob with the bad teeth
The world, I’m in the world
My world, I’m in my world
My man’s like a angel with clipped wings
I can hear every dog when he sheds his sweetheart
The world, I mean my world
My world, I mean, the world
Do they have sickness in society
To they have democratic entity?
Your world, I’m in your world
Your world, I’m in your world