Your silver child
suspended in space
Crying out
to you
Beckons you
to yet another fine place
Where the trials of life are few
Dont think youre living long
Who says you are coming on
They wont remember you
The rent is always due
The cloudy men
who take their place
And stand in line
they do
Know not of
the satin face
That separates them from you
Just put your blue jeans on
Grab your guitar and sing a song
Dont think Im kidding you
The rent is always due
She rides a broom
with gold-plated straw
She flutters around
and she cries
The Brylcream fools
just standing on
Digesting all their lives
But then you walk along
And she starts coming on
Beneath her melting broom
The rent is always due
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