Youre a drifter, a sort of drunken shapeshifter A street slick word peddler The dancing man with hands like flames Or, so it appears When you peddle your wares A blackeyeliner lady on your left Dressed up as a witch from Macbeth Or maybe she was, she was, she was Man, I think she was Happier before you turned her into a lying, crying, cheap substitute for love You call yourself a gangster, that makes you a prankster A ragamuffin gambler or some such bluffing thing The kind of man honest folks curse But you praise As you walk around town in a daze Threatening silence with a bloody blade Chicken shit business But as they say, screwedup is What screwedup does You turned a good girl into a lying, crying, cheap substitute for love Its okay, so you took my girl She was born in a garden Her parents named her Gods Pearl No, Im not upset Though I havent woken yet To the justice that might suit the crime Or an emotion that might Rein in the night Or bring that bright day back to us Until then I watch the room spin and cuss In the arms of another one of the devils stupid charms Just a lying, crying, law defying, a damned shamed faced sighing, high flying, sorry excuse for true love
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