All of the stage names evaporate   And it's just a blood flushed and heart rushing rates   Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late   To be far too dear or too cut rate      Hold my hand again like at the lake   Hold that mirror babe, up to my face   Hear the whippoorwill   Am I breathing still?      A Hollywood Babylon bikeathon for break dancers   All broken down in their beds   Now intravenously fed   From a bag hanging over their heads      Can I put you down for some miles?   What do you say?   ?Cause don't you know it's going to be a long, long way   But if you've got the cash, I'm ready to bust my ass      So take this thin broken down circus clown   Reject and give her the name of a queen   Don't I know her from the mezzanine?   She didn't look like no princess to me      But with the proper words bestowed   And with her morning shoot, her evening clothes   Don't call her a prostitute, well, she ain't one of those   Just call her a proper little statue come unfroze