Money is spent to make it all right
No expense can be spared for love you see
A clue to this damp but glorious played up ceremony
And being admitted to an elite club of the insane
The asylum that many readily join including myself
Offers some assurance to believing this passion is true
The demonic tones of an old piano
Are tapped to the rhythm of my walk
A walk to the death some may argue
Or maybe the plank to the life that’s more than this one
Clicking and stomping of expensive high-heeled shoes
And the empty peoples clapping hands
Welcome an inviting tone to this unfamiliar place
Later, bragging and screaming and loud blues music
Plays continuously in the background
Skeletons of once known adored people dance around
Drinking frivolously and laughing hysterically
The cold bars and low-lighted floors
Make for a tingling sensation to run down my spine
As I see you my friend, my angel, my beau
It seems I will be spending my eternal life here
Always my mother and father say-
Amongst leeches, roses,
And the ringing of wedding bells.
Dec 23, 2012
Dec 23, 2012 at 3:58 AM UTC
Money is spent to make it all right
No expense can be spared for love you see
A clue to this damp but glorious played up ceremony
And being admitted to an elite club of the insane
The asylum that many readily join including myself
Offers some assurance to believing this passion is true
The demonic tones of an old piano
Are tapped to the rhythm of my walk
A walk to the death some may argue
Or maybe the plank to the life that’s more than this one
Clicking and stomping of expensive high-heeled shoes
And the empty peoples clapping hands
Welcome an inviting tone to this unfamiliar place
Later, bragging and screaming and loud blues music
Plays continuously in the background
Skeletons of once known adored people dance around
Drinking frivolously and laughing hysterically
The cold bars and low-lighted floors
Make for a tingling sensation to run down my spine
As I see you my friend, my angel, my beau
It seems I will be spending my eternal life here
Always my mother and father say-
Amongst leeches, roses,
And the ringing of wedding bells.
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