"Don't you feel like time is speeding up?" Said the rentboy to the priest For this was only supposed to be an in-between thing He wants to see Australia next Where the boys look like rays of light He knows when to stop He's got his head screwed on right The first time we met You were on the edge of 17 Dancing at Secrets with that fake ID You reminded me on me But now here you are In chaps and a leather harness at the Panorama Bar While silver cocaine crystals hang from your nose And you're speaking with an accent That I know you did not used to have before So I spill your secrets for all my sins You're making enemies not friends From someone who's been there It seems you've left a trail And this is your final act Before it fades to black How's a cute boy in this city supposed to make a living? When life in NYC can be so unforgiving Ain't nothing wrong with a little side hustle Every smart boy in this town has a sugar daddy waiting in the wings So wet your lips Sell the dream and crawl, crawl to him Take it all way down the back of your throat No, I don't fuck with crystal and neither should you You've got too much to lose And you don't need any more bad news As the feds go knocking round from door to door The secret service leads you to a car This is what you do for Balmain This is what you do for St Laurent So I spill the tea girl for all that it's worth You're making enemies not friends From someone who's been there Who could have wrote the book Seems this is your final act Before it fades to black He's down 4 PNP Fades to black He's down 4 PNP Fades to black