The thrill of flying
doing somersaults in the air
Hanging by one hand
on the trapeze
Their faces full of scare

Met a fraulein on the seven days of waiting
Been dreaming of those days and all the seven nights waking

I crossed the James River
Would you have crossed I wanted to know
It was full of beer bottles
At night had an erie glow

You keep a pistol locked and loaded
By the nightstand in your room
Hoping to shoot holes in the new full moon

Everyone loves you empty of feelings
So you are feeling the pain
There is no sweets in being around the world while left standing in the rain

Take the assualts posted on the magazine's page
Flip through the pages , turning up the volume of rage

Remember when the world was yours
Stuck in Vegas in a Vega
Yelling , "The world is mine !"
Sacrė bleu (●~●)_/
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