Stripper's Union High
All the hangers on have left
Or collapsed like laundry bags
Sweet exhaustion second hand
A season in hell in a seasoned band
Peel the grapes, palm fronds are fanned
Alone at the top of the strangest clan
Only you to understand me
You and a sharp knife always handy
Exile in my own skin
At two a.m. my day begins
Then ends, then begins
I'm high as a cloud to get me through
I walk through walls when I have you
And I guess you have me too
From the outside the darkness grows
Inside my blood it glows
With stars and polished steel
I dreamt a song so real
It was satisfaction
I got twelve hours to shake some action
When I woke up they were torn and frayed
Cats from the alleys around Marseilles
I'm high as a cloud to get me through
I walk through walls when I have you
And I guess you have me too
I'm high, yes, I'm high, it's true
I walk through walls 'cause I have to
And I guess you have to do
What you have to do
Exile in my own skin
When does this day begin
And end, then begin
I'm high as a cloud to get me through
I walk through walls when I have you
And I guess you have me too
I'm high, yes, I'm high, it's true
I walk through walls 'cause I have to
And I guess you have to do
What you have to do
I need more than love
I need more than love
I need more than love
To keep me happy
