One more ride
Aboard this merry go round
Just another spin of the wheel
Another perfect plan
The mother of all schemes
The darkest heart wins it all
Drinks from the pleasures of profit
Rich by default

Give him his name
A pigeon-hole
The cunning of a serial killer
The perfect choice
This drug equalizer
The bass and treble of reality..

The disco divas of make belief
Crumble under the pressure

Bring him some of that pick and mix happiness
That over priced burden of pleasure
Join the line of escorts to his surrealistic pleasures
Watch his ****** suit stretch taking protection to the limit

From the corner
Eyes watching, masquerading as bored
His guitar gently wipes away a stray tear
The bedsit voodoo master fingers the fret
His bedsit altar
Swamped in ambience
His incense prayers
Follow old Cohen
Returning from the river
Memories of Suzanne, wet and worn
Begging for one last go
One more Electric Warrior
One more Dylan brew
For the road

Gypsy