We were holy knights Lit up pretty good on the big streets You were the King of Cleveland Playing blues in the back seats From biker bars to limousines You had a manager as pretty as she was mean And I was in high school Just checking out your scene In the half-life You had the flesh she had the knife Yeah, you had the flesh She had the knife
She said C-c-c-cause you are A superstar I will cut you She said C-c-c-cause you are A superstar I will cut you (and she cut you)
The King of Cleveland Fell with a thud A heart as big as the ocean Just sank in the mud Of suffering and alcohol You smoked a joint every time she would call Burning it down Until you did fall And just kept falling In the dirty east Everyone feeding until you found out You’re the feast And everyone’s bleeding the hallelujah son The Holy Spirit undressing you in front of everyone Hollow girls blooming over your shoulder Until you are done In the half night Erasing your past In the half-life A crystal falling into glass We were only half right A house of love, a flashing light With the crazier rain, comes the crazier night The King of Cleveland Waking up in the half-life And maybe she had the flesh and you had the knife
Still she said C-c-c-cause you are A superstar I will cut you She said C-c-c-cause you are A superstar I will cut you (and she cut you)
C-c-c-cause you are A superstar
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