at the edge of a shade
ready to fade!
There's a smoke ring on a night flight
above the dirty sheets of my bed
ready to fade!
Is the prodigal son a shooting star
or some kind of pervet clown?
Hey you!
Fallen angel of the super nova!
When did your wild ride start to drift?
Why did the bluesman leave the bar?
Who are the bodies shaking in the purple mist?
Here I am at the limits of my hight
not quite ahead of the barricade
ready to fade!
There's a line of coke to ease the twilight
and a desert shore where appetites are fed
ready to fade!
Is the prodigal son a shooting star
or some kind of pervet clown?
Hey you!
Fallen angel of the super nova!
When did your wild ride start to drift?
Why did the bluesman leave the bar?
Who are the bodies shaking in the purple
mist?
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