Cocaine Diana

Mirror in my bedsit bathroom
 Pulling nails out of my head
 Lucy's on my shoulder
 Talking like she owns the dead
 So you wanna be my soldier
 And to ride your own shooting star
 I'll see you on your back in twelve boy
 And I'll fly you where the moon is dark
 In three you get your snow white sandbox
 Chariot and golden fleece
 Give 'em anything that'll make 'em scream
 To a funky pumping beat
 In six you're up to sugar daddy
 The mansion full of beautiful girls
 In nine you're the new messiah
 Playing Messaline on fire
 In twelve it's not a pretty sight
 And she's nowhere to be seen
 I could come around a full moon later
 But I was never much of a waiter
 So I'm off to dedicate my life
 To the death of rock & roll
 No-one gets their money back
 And I just keep my soul
 Thank you very much