Lyrics:

Here I go, it must be four in a row
I've gotta get my head down tonight
But you know I know
When the streets are aglow
I'll be headed for the city of lights

You talkin' to me?
'Cos I don't want to know, no, no, no
You can't even see
What's already on show

I'm hitting my prime and you're wasting my time
Your denominator commonest low
My head's burning up and I'm down on my luck
See you in the 48th row
With a matchbox full and a sulfurous skull
I'm trynna set my mind to rights
I'm gonna burn, burn, burn as the universe turns
Out of mind and out of sight

You talkin' to me?
'Cos I don't want to know, no, no, no
You can't even see
What's already on show

Baseball Bill went in for the kill
He blew it when he found his soul
Lost his will to live when he saw someone give
'Cos giving always takes its toll

You talkin' to me?
'Cos I don't want to know, no, no, no
You can't even see
What's already on show

Ooh, Baseball Bill...