Floater The Marriage Of The Black Sheep
He's the king of failed wishes
The prince of near-misses
The almost ruler of a someday land
And folded inside out, he looks to himself for kicks
She throws the parties that nobody goes to
She shouts the things that nobody's supposed to
And she smells of alcohol as he lights a cigarette
Somebody could catch her, but nobody's tried just yet
Face to face!
Sheep in space!
And that night they kissed themselves good-bye
Without those rank and file, who walk down the aisle
They were wed in their own twisting way
And on a sweltering night, within earshot of dog fights
The cool moonlight gave them away
And then they called out
To see witchcraft and alchemy
And to be disconnected from this concrete shell
Some electric life just out of their clutches
Delicious must be heaven to the hungry in hell, yeah...
Face to face!
Sheep in space!
That night, yah!... they kissed themselves good-bye
Good bye...
They rose up off their knees
And set out to teach every one of them
Going mad by degrees, they wanted to see how far they could...bend
And that night, yah!... they kissed themselves good-bye
Ooh! Good-bye!
Watching her leaving did him in
She left him pink, like busted skin
And a shallow life replaced his soul
From his barstool home he loved adventure soEmbedShare Url:CopyEmbed:Copy
