Time, he's waiting in the wings. He speaks of senseless things. His script is you and me, boy. . Time, he flexes like a whore. Falls wanking to the floor.
Cold fire, you've got everything but cold fire. You will be my rest and peace child. I moved up to take a place near you. . So tired, it's the sky that makes you feel tired.
A small Jean Genie snuck off to the city. Strung out on lasers and slash back plazas. And ate all your razors while pullin' the waiters. Talking bout Monroe and walkin' on snow white.