White Gold

Piss-poor, riding high
Sunbathing fireside
We’re here for the porn and the sirloin
Get your T-bone
Let your backbone slide
Tunnel and sky collide
Lose friends to the airwaves and the airlines
I wanna make it right
Some future in my eyes, bright
Hush, don’t explain
When you water down my name
I’ll be up too late
Call me when you get
Better at your game
You haven’t beat me yet
The waitress
The actress
Got the skin and the bones
With a hairbrush and an air brush
She’d be white gold
She asked the piss-poor, «Why you looking for that party in the sky?
It’s just a movie about a movie, too old to die.»
But I’m gonna make it right
The future in my eyes, bright
Hush, don’t explain
When you water down my name
I’ll be up too late
Call me when you get
Better at your game
You haven’t beat me yet
Though my vision is straining
I’m gonna make it right
Some future in my eyes, bright
Hush, don’t explain
When you water down my name
I’ll be up too late
Call me when you get
Better at your game
You haven’t beat me yet