little wendy cocaine stumbles up the hill to pain nothing stops the go to girl nothing takes the place of taking aim little wendy s out there shaking hips and cuckoo eyes crazy drives that dizzy crowd moonlight strokes the highlights in her hair she sells and moves and finds my hand and pulls me down and close so i can hardly stand as i lay like dead for her i m fed into my head i m led oh i am sand i m crawling from the window crawling down the wall i m happy screaming yes i am i m jumping on her daisy chain i m speeding through the dancehall like a rocket man now i wish today that yesterday was just tomorrow and i could squeeze her grabby hand knowing that i never paid her for a gram she s a drunken doxy off her trolly sent before her time into this poxy world she s not fit for anything but dealing it while heaven sings i have this girl she s got me eating rice and beans i have no shape nor color i m god s lonely man i don t want to die but i don t want to live i m speeding like a rocket man like a rocket man like a rocket man like a rocket man1
['art rock', 'classic rock', 'glam rock', 'permanent wave', 'rock']