The Scene

The queen of spades digs me a grave
The heavens made halt her charade
While God points a shotgun at my eye

The troubador's made his way
His blissfulness and my decay
Go together like Lucy and Diamonds in the Sky

And the tailors find it hard to tell a lie
They fix me up a suit made of arrogance and twine
Because I've said that I would make their heavens mine
And that I'd climbed over anyone to be
Part of the scene

The watchmens weakest mercy goes
Oh he can see how the turncoats blow
A cloud of poison gas right up my nose

And the musics only good as far
As the madness and the porn aspire
With the passion that my grandeur drags in tow

And as the fruits of my tree of labor grow
My boots have pruned the agony below
And the [?] and the ushers they all know
That I pose as anything to be
Part of the scene

The advertiser has kind words for me
But the singer's just been affirmed to me
With her beauty her ambition and her charm

But if you play this game you'll learn a trick
How to grow a pair and make'em stick
Like the tattoo of Bob Dylan on my arm

He extends his hand
And gives me more
Than I can understand
He mourns me when I give in
And into those lines
I've drawn him a sign

He said jump first and decide next where to land
On a lions tongue or in the middle of the sea
Because up in the air is a place that I can't stand
And I'll be myself if I have to be
To be part of the scene