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