Rainbows in Gasoline

Rainbows in gasoline
Golden and green
Chemical sun setting
Like a hundred million chameleon clouds
We are the dinosaurs now

Were having Freudian slips
Like evening gowns
Taking guilt trips, from town to town
Dressed for excess, wearing cheaper suits
Walking alone, in another mans shoes

Why do we give memories, eyes and teeth
Like taxidermy dreams
Bury them in gardens under the leeks
Let the willows weep

Were having Freudian slips
Like evening gowns
Taking guilt trips, from town to town
Dressed for excess, wearing cheaper suits
Walking alone, in another mans shoes

What will you do, when the moon comes tumbling down?