Your lungs fill up with concrete, her voice is all you can hear Red lips and a screw driver Wrapped around some mink-clad smear And you know that she's a diamond in this damn juke-box hell 'Cause fool's gold only fools fools In two-bit hotels But she's cooler than all that She's a real high class cat She's queen of the last dance rodeo But under the gas lamp the air is thick and velveteen Your bones fill with hunger Your heart fills with longing You're no longer human, you're an insatiable hole You wanna bury your face forever In the navel of her soul 'Cause you know all you need is a heart to call home All you need is a heart to call home That's all Light bulbs and nylons and plastic chandeliers Objects are only objects They can't feel when you're near And tangerine lips and lily white breasts These things are eternal Inside them humanity rests Her skin is like a seashell So you listen to her soul Like an old-time radio show But don't wander too far My one constant star Darkness exists except where you are My feet are filled with wandering They follow your own 'Cause everywhere you are feels like home So search all you miners, you hunters of dreams Look in the alleyways for what you know Is not what it seems And feign all you maidens, but don't resist too long Least you look behind you And see your own shadow is gone Don't you know it's the last rodeo
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