******* Diana

Mirror in my bedsit bathroom

pulling nails out of my head

Lucys on my shoulder

talking like she owns the dead

so you wanna be my soldier

and to ride your own shooting star

Ill see you on your back in twelve boy

and Ill fly you where the moon is dark

in three you get your snow white sandbox

chariot and golden fleece

give em anything that make em scream to a funky pumping beat

in six youre up to sugar daddy

the mansion full of beautiful girls

in nine youre the new messiah

in twelve its not a pretty sight and shes nowhere to be seen

I could come around a full moon later

but I was never much of a waiter

so Im off to dedicate my life to the death of rock&roll

no-one gets their money back and I just keep my soul

no-one gets their money back and I just keep my soul

no-one gets their money back and I just keep my soul

no-one gets their money banck and I just keep my soul thank you very much

thank you very much

thank you very much

thank you very much

thank you very much

thank you very much

thank you very much

thank you very much

thank you very much