Long after the gathering of the candy
The inventory and the sampling
There's a chorus of sirens
The neighbor's shed is burning
It was just old firewood anyway
The wind swirls and sucks
A warm Halloween wind at ten o'clock at night
And around us stand children under parents
Costume remnants still draped on us

A giant gentle warm wind
Warm dark in the windy ten of clock
The trees are rustling with the the warm dark
The trees are full of the threecrows of dark
The silent crows of night are roosting in the leaves
The silent crows of night are rustling the brnaches
The silent coracle of night surges in on a warm bow wave
The water of the wind is warm in my eyes tonight
The water of the friendly wind is a warm friend in my windy eyes tonight

A pair of eyes are roosting in the dark
Swaying on branches in the warm rhythm
A hundred eyes are roosting in the same trees
Never blinking

Treecrows with eyes, the eyes of cows
The caws of cows who are crows in the trees
Cowcrows in the crone trees of November
My my my — how you've crone!

The trees are rustling full of four oclock
The fiverclockers are rustling in the streets
The rustling limbs of the fivoclockers
Filling the filigree streets

A gentle policeworld
Out in the fiverclock streets
In the warm glow of police radar
In the warm guns of plice radar
The warm sun of the fiverclocks
Warms the eyes of the radarlovers
Warms the eyes of police stunguns
Warms the hands on the stoolie stormguns
Stronguns for the stolice sunguns
Stroncuns for the rarm radar rolice
The rayguns of the radar warmers
Warm in the radar raygun lobsters
Kentucky fried microwave speeders
Riding with the radar speeders
No fireworks for the fivocloks

Riding hard the radar rudder
The speeder rudders warm in guns
Toasting the windy radar popcorn
Windy cheese and radar potatars
Riding hard on the harder radars
The rider pears and the radar ears
The cops running ridar and the riders shooting shotgun
Scum sitting shotgun by the high radar detector
Scum sitting high by the radar shotgun detector
Sun sitting high in the old red radar sky

The veda popcorn
The radar rain dectors
Vedas on the radar
The vedas are decoys
Reading up the radar doctors
Vindicate the veda detectors
Radar and the Veda d-doctors
The radardoctars vlinging vedas
in the radar evening of India

The rusting hulks of the fivorclockers
This machine has come to an end
This radar detection has come to an end
It's 5 o'clock.