Oh, the air was thick with schmaltz and shtick
Dilettante demons and dabblers
Tracking the trickle of fractions of fortunes
Down to selling plasma

A busted piñata revolves in the breeze
The beer lights are extinguished
I’m spinning 'round like an eight ball
With too much english

The smell of the blood red enamel
Down in the dance hall of doom
Red means stop unless you're a bull
They couldn’t keep out the goons

Are you a doorman or a matador?
I’m gonna have to ask you to leave
A thousand fathers of failure deny paternity

It was high, wired, hell fired and out of control
But they broke that horse a long time ago
Riding high or lying low, either way, you’ve got to go
And there never was a horse
Like rock ’n’ roll

Petrified rubbers in the parking place
A frown on the beak of a dead baby bird
Empty airline bourbon bottles
The ants advance, the worms adjourn
Corroded aluminum pull tabs from 1973
Compared to what we’ve all stepped in
Those seem like the good old days to me

It might take a couple more vices
To hold me together tonight
My song of love has landed with a thud
Then out go the lights

Up past the old lady's bedtime
Coming home with the clowns
We've been carrying on just a little too long
To stop now

I'm gonna do what I do
Though nobody asked me to
Too many muses to amuse
To get down off the high horse blues