Lyrics:

All of the stage names evaporate
And it's just a blood-flushed and heart-rushing race

Either to kick off too soon or stick around too late
To be far too dear or too cut-rate
Hold my hand again like at the lake

Hold that mirror, babe, up to my face

Hear the whippoorwill? Am I breathing still?

A Hollywood Babylon bike-a-thon for breakdancers all broken down in their beds
Now intravenously fed from a bag hanging over their heads
Can I put you down for some miles? What do you say?

'Cause don't you know it's going to be a long, long way

But if you've got the cash, I'm ready to bust my ass

So take this thin, broken-down circus clown reject
And give her the name of a queen
Don't I know her from the mezzanine?
Well, she didn't look like no princess to me
But with the proper words bestowed

And with her morning shoot
And her evening clothes
Don't call her a prostitute
She ain't one of those

Just call her a proper little statue come unfroze