Lyrics:

While the music played
You worked by candle light
Those San Fransisco nights
You were the best in town
Just by chance you crossed
The diamond with the pearl
You turned it on the world
That's when you turned the world around
Did you feel like Jesus
Did you realize
That you were a champion in their eyes

On the hill the stuff
Was laced with kerosene
But yours was kitchen clean
Everyone stopped to stare
At your technicolor motorhome
Every A-Frame had your
Number on the wall
You must have had it all
You'd go down to LA on a dare
And you'd go it alone
Could you live forever
Could you see the day
Could you feel your whole world
Fall apart and fade away

Get along
Get along Kid Charlemagne
Get along Kid Charlemagne

Now the patrons have all
Left you in the red
Your low-rent friends are dead
This life can be very strange
All those day-glow freaks
Who used to paint the face
They've joined the human race
Some things will never change
Son you were mistaken
You are obsolete
Look at all the white men
On the street

Clean this mess up
Or we'll all end up in jail
Those test-tubes and the scale
Just get them all out of here
Is there gas in the car
I think the people down the hall
Know who you are
Careful what you carry
'Cause the man is wise
You are still an outlaw in their eyes


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