Title Track Lyrics

Title Track lyrics

All of the stage names evaporate

And it's just a blood flushed and heart rushing rates

Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late

To be far too dear or too cut rate



Hold my hand again like at the lake

Hold that mirror babe, up to my face

Hear the whippoorwill

Am I breathing still?



A Hollywood Babylon bikeathon for break dancers

All broken down in their beds

Now intravenously fed

From a bag hanging over their heads



Can I put you down for some miles?

What do you say?

'Cause don't you know it's going to be a long, long way

But if you've got the cash, I'm ready to bust my ass



So take this thin broken down circus clown

Reject and give her the name of a queen

Don't I know her from the mezzanine?

She didn't look like no princess to me



But with the proper words bestowed

And with her morning shoot, her evening clothes

Don't call her a prostitute, well, she ain't one of those

Just call her a proper little statue come unfroze