I live on former gloryso long ago and gone I m turning down the talk showsthe humour and the couch I m moving up to higher groundI ve found a new way out.
There s parasols and barbeques and loungers by the pool The late night conversations filled with 20th century cool My peers may flirt with cabaretsome fake the rebel yell Me - I m moving up to higher groundI must escape this hell.
Let me suspend my thirst for knowledge in your powdersweat and sighs A grudge of Christian womena stain of spotless wives A perfect destination inside a perfect world I take the bottle to the babyyou take the hammer to the pearl Like this Every day s like Sundaydown here on memory lane Salad days and no good ways drive me quite insane A cocktail clouded troubadour attempts to speak in tongues He s said enoughI m through the door I m moving right along Like this |
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