Music Is Lethal - Mick Ronson

My friend myself, boredom’s hero, prince of the alleys

Stumble falling to a winsome table, in search of wine

Mulatto hookers, cocaine bookers, troubled husbands

Stolen freedoms that only evening unfolds to shine.

Through the twisting inn of screaming pleasure, two wet lips of infant leisure

smiled

Could I grasp at the stars as they play your night blue hair?

Sable eyes, ebony thighs, she shines forever

Dancer be, dancing free, she shines for me.

So a masked man should mourn the passing of night time

The long metal dirge, we were prisoners no more

Of the near fallen angels, she will shine on for me Let the panting begin though the music is lethal

Let the night take me in, you know the daybreak shall win

She will shine on forever, he will shine on for me.

While jeering waiters grope at your shoulders, I drink your kisses

Exquisite room, my charming tomb, I see the man

With marble hands, your smooth pimp, piranha, cradles my swimming head

Cracks his glass into my face, I’m thrown away.

And then I’m tossed a-bleeding out on the street and ask me, John do I have to drag you away?

And I curse where I lay, have made me bow with thanks some day.

Ten thousand engines skid unwielding puncture my skin

Bait and taunt for me to run, back to my rooms.

Though the bad taste of sleep clutching my pillow

In anger I weep, she will cry on my chest

She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me Let the tempting begin though the music is lethal

Let the night take me in though the daybreak shall win

She will shine on forever, she will shine on for me Ah, yeah

Oh, ohhhhh.