Bound for glass pastures in a city of steel
Sit on plastic thrones reading trashy novels
Pretty boys wearing center seamed mules
Another one enters and sits alone
I stare at his fancy shoes
His eyes glow, its so unreal
I get up to go
His lips say "stay", his black eyes scream "go away"
Hold on, hold on but not too tight
Close your eyes and you'll miss your flight
And stay forever without a sound
Prowling the oasis of the underground
With all the boys in fancy shoes
Always lost and never found
Never lost and always around
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