You woke up in the rusted frame
Burned out old Deville
Your legs are shot and they're flushed with pain
But you can't keep them still
The sun sets and you're afraid
Of the itching in your skin
You stumble down the boulevard
Of neon encrusted temples
You're looking for the grace of God
In the arms of a fellow stranger
Disciples hand you catalogues of concubines
As you stumble down the boulevard crying "Hosanna"
Welcome to fabulous
Welcome to fabulous
woman
house
harlots
girls
dreamers
frame
encrusted
rusted
sunsets
flushed
still
fellow
remember
shade
disciples
dream
always
ceiling
burned
stranger
cocaine
welcome
black
cameras
afraid
grace
fabulous
concubines
provide
seven
crying
hundred
where
itching
knees
lights
playing
little
looking
nobody
place
stumble
temples
tennessee
boulevard
tonight
vegas
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