There's a sad clown,
A slap-stick comic with a neon crown,
Here's a mean street,
Up the miracle mile through the demon heat.
There's a ghost town in a diamond studded gown, and it's about to take another one down.

She's a hard drink, a valentine bed, so pretty and pink,
I'm a heart-throb, a back alley cat and a junkyard dog,
She's a slow leak and she leads me up the creek.

We'll lights the skies up,
Dim-bulb lovers like me are too late to wise up,
Between old thighs, a new sheen,
Same lies.
She's a bad dream, like an Adam's apple on a beauty queen.

There's a vulture picking me clean.
She kicks the dust up,
It's seeping out of my skin,
I'm good with bad luck,
I die,
She shrugs,
New high,
Same drugs.

She's a slow leak and she loves to watch me splutter and sink.