You're so of a child suspended in space Crying out to you Beckons you to yet another fine place Where the trials of life are few
Don't think you're living long Who says you are coming on They won't 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 Don't think I'm kidding you The rent is always due
And she rides a broom with gold-plated straw And she flutters around and she cries The brylcream fools just standing on Digesting all her lies
But then you walk along And she starts coming on Beneath her melting broom The rent is always dueTeksty umieszczone na naszej stronie są własnością wytwórni, wykonawców, osób mających do nich prawa.