we owned the town or at least what we wanted of it
silver all around all around
world spinning around and round
living in the sub-underground
shiny silver earrings hanging down down down
the world is a clown clown
we did whatever we wanted to do
everything was for the art of it
we made up the rules and broke them
just made it up as we went
we didn’t care
some got it and some didn’t
but alas it just couldn’t last
now it’s in the distant shadowy past
we burned the candle at both ends
lost our money, lost our friends
you’re in a field of yellow and green
no longer on the scene
underground and all serene
gone... but your magic shadow hangs over
all that remains in one form or another
a dark cloud with a silver lining
can’t stop this occasional pining
but not much remains
it’s all dying off including me
what’s remember ain’t a fraction
of what happened and what was
