: I came out of the fifties Now that's when men were men I am like the red red rooster, Always couping hens I guess that I'm a rarity Some call a dying
: I see the raven's eyes, And I see the lights I saw the gold rush San Francisco nights I am the reader, A palmist fly I can see the future, I can testify
: Baby We're not looking for eternity So smile now While you're looking for this serenity He dosses out here in doorways Caught between wars Tells us
: I am back in the circus Oh hustling days I look at the world In a rose coloured haze Cramp tight bodies Jive and girate Bump and grind to the rhythm
: American beauty Came up and spoke She touched her toes And we shared a joke Taxi's, limos, Power boat glides Jet skies, mensa, Babes without a ride
: Say sayonara darling This time goodbye No bon voyage, It's time to fly I can see the breakdown coming Like a twisted wreck Let's save ourselves the
: Hearts of darkness Falling down, It's raining stones Fate is driving Now theres no meat On the bone There's a hurricane coming, What a bitter pill
: The enemy is at the door The enemy within. Dressed up in the strangest clothes, Smells of drinking Bombay gin. There's a deadman walking And his shadow
: My sweet darling night How the city swings A little kiss of angels A little tune of things And she mesmerizes, Captivates A message for A heart that
: I see the lights, I see the road I see everything in the Highway code I've been whipped And I've been spun cown There ain't no religion here And I'
: (Instrumental)
The enemy is at the door The enemy within. Dressed up in the strangest clothes, Smells of drinking Bombay gin. There's a deadman walking And his shadow
I see the lights, I see the road I see everything in the Highway code I've been whipped And I've been spun cown There ain't no religion here And I'm
(Instrumental)
Hearts of darkness Falling down, It's raining stones Fate is driving Now theres no meat On the bone There's a hurricane coming, What a bitter pill There
I came out of the fifties Now that's when men were men I am like the red red rooster, Always couping hens I guess that I'm a rarity Some call a dying
My sweet darling night How the city swings A little kiss of angels A little tune of things And she mesmerizes, Captivates A message for A heart that
