Top hat masquerades with cigarette lighters at hand Lying with your fly unzipped Regal Junkie down. Regal Junkie down. Calico capes With calico stains and calico pills in your running mouths Mouths running out of breath Running out of cigarettes Chain-smoker madness and 4 a.m. catcalls aimed at no one at all when beer is scarce and fake ID's rule our lives.
A time to hallucinate your friends.
So I run with the kings and queens In my LSD dreams and cocaine fantasies And vodka self-esteems Careen to get a closer look at A world or intoxicants and those willing to take a risk To risk it all To risk a chance A moment A life For one pleading moment Of apathy True apathy Where nothing matters and we lose all control of ourselves When all we do is determined By pills, and smoke, and liquor. We're puppets on strings ...and I know I'd rather be nothing else.