There was a time, a time for secrets. We'd walk
together in the forest, hand in hand. We'd look uneasy,
cold and pallid. Then we'd find some magic mushrooms
and we'd skip across the clouds.
We danced for the old gods, danced for the new gods,
danced for the ones we never heard about. Danced for
the old days, danced for the new ways, Danced for the
phase no-one talks about.
Tonight I feel nostalgic, feeling happy. And the powder
in my pocket's crying ``Eat me! Eat me! Eat me!'' Could
be my age, I could be going crazy. 'Cause I know you
feel the same way, I can see it in your eyes.
I got my crown, I got my scepter. Letters on my buttons
spell Napoleon. I'll give you money, give you power,
I'll give you a palace in the Amazon.
Do you think that they'll lock us away? Padded cells,
packet-soup on alternate days? Maybe we should behave
in a normal way. Face facts, face the real world.
A shadow rests, suggests no entry. A tramp complains,
collapses weeping gently. A figure smiles and shines a
blade discretely. And the drains ad-libbed a soundtrack
as he picked his victim out.
He sang in the rain, he danced in the thunder, Bowed as
we bellowed from the balcony. Stepped on a hand, set
fire to a handbag, Slipped as the sparks skipped across
his knees.
The song decayed in suits of amber. Coughing as they
burned in glowing embers. A priest held up his hands,
said ``It's over.'' We nodded wisely, scooped the ash
and cast it to the wind.
We played in the neon, bade out the paeons, slobbering
in tongues to the subway gods. Just like the old days,
rituals and red wine. Hair all tangled and covered in
blood. Do you think that they'll lock us away?
