I've come on a few years from my Hollywood highs The best of the last, the cleanest star they ever had I'm stiff on my legend, the films that I made Forget
Time takes a cigarette, puts it in your mouth You pull on your finger, then another finger, then your cigarette The wall-to-wall is calling, it lingers
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 His
Shakey threw a party that lasted all night Everybody drank a lot of something nice There was an old fashioned band of married men Looking up to me for
Well don't you worry 'bout What's been on my mind I'm in no hurry I can take my time I'm going red And my tongue's getting tired Out of my head And my
My death waits like an old roue' So confident, I'll go his way Whistle to him and the passing time My death waits like a Bible truth At the funeral of
White light White light gonna go straight to my eyes White light White light gonna fill me up with surprise White heat White heat tickle me, way down
Solemn faced The village settles down Undetected by the stars And the hangman plays the mandolin before he goes to sleep And the last thing on his mind