Here they come, and they fly with the power of the sun. Here they come, and they're going to touch everyone. Far, far, have they come. . Here they come, and the fire on their wings doesn't burn.
Got no monkey on my back. And I'm never gonna crack. . 'Cause it's a good life. Too good to lose. But it's a hard world. With the junkie blues. . Got no street car called Desire.