On the hill the stuff was laced
with kerosene
But yours was kitchen clean
Everyone stopped to stare
at your technicolor motor home
Every A-Frame had your number
on the wall
You must have had it all
You'd go to L.A. 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
[Chorus]
Get along, get along Kid Charlemagne
Get along Kid Charlemagne
Now your patrons have all left
you in the red
Your low rent friends are
dead
This life can be very strange
All those dayglow 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
Repeat Chorus
Clean this mess up else 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
Yes, there's 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
Repeat Chorus
Marco Giunco |
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