Seventeen A nymph if there was ever one You were noticed And thrust upon the scene Rough times Some hell to get away from And a whirlwind To do the very thing
Once again A trick of the light found And burned at the beat Those we're in Will trickle down their songs And burn at the beat
Ever the locust You tore across the avenues And hotels With death under your feet The sullen Girls that looked like women The gregarious gamines Leaving pictures on all magazines
Once again A trick of the light found And burned at the beat Those we're in Will trickle down their songs And burn at the beat
All eyes upon you And no one could see it The exoskeleton is all they see So leaving it…
We revel in the poses yeah We do the best we can The snakes will sing to horses And the horses back to man And you will know And I will know To leave the state we're in Again
Once again A trick of the light found And burned at the beat Those we're in Will trickle down their songs And burn at the beat
The exoskeleton is all they need So leaving it Behind Who knows what You'll find This time...
