Ragdoll Princes & Junkyard Queens

RAGDOLL PRINCES & JUNKYARD QUEENS
(Antje Duvekot)

so you've come to this place
you've come a long way
you've got dust in your hair
and after all this time you're still crazy as hell

there were ragdoll-pinces, junkyard-queens
blessed by the homeless on dirty streets
first they drag you down, then they fall at your feet

and all the girls with their curls,
with their buttons and their pearls
you chased them down, you never cared if they were real
they touched your hand, took your rose
and then they blew away like smoke
but they sure left you breathless

down the road you rambled and you roamed
and you carried your home
on the souls of your shoes you were looking for truth
and a love that could put some meat on your bones

but you lost yourself inside those sounds,
in the dimestore riches and the carnival crowds
and your shooting star it was burning out

and all the girls with their curls,
with their buttons and their pearls
you chased them down, you never cared if they were real
they touched your hand, took your rose
and then they blew away like smoke
but they sure left you breathless

on the razor blade of freedom
in the heat of your own flame
lies a loneliness napoleon couldnt cross
but how can you go back to your fishbowl
once you've flown with the phoenix
you may never sleep again
once you've seen that southern cross

and all the girls with their curls,
with their buttons and their pearls
you chased them down, you never cared if they were real
they touched your hand, took your rose
and then they blew away like smoke
but they sure left you breathless