slim lined sheikh faced angel of the light riding like a cowboy in the graveyard of the night new york witch in the dungeon of the day i m trying to write my novel but all you do is play baby boomerang baby boomerang well you never spite a person but you always bang the whole gang oh yeah mince pie dog eye eagle on the wind i m searching through this garbage just looking for a friend your uncle with an alligator chained to his leg dangles you your freedom then he offers you his bed oh yeah it seems to me to dream is something too wild in max s kansas city you re belladonna child riding on the highways on the gateways to the south you re talking with your boots and you re walking with your mouth x22