Standing in the shadows
Where I know I belong
I watch the slither,
The glam and the glitter
Of the parade
Put on your skin
And all you make-up too
Pretty boys and bang-up girls
You all make me so hot and cold
And for just a few hours
I don’t feel so old
A parade of bodies washing by
Feel me up, I want to die
Dizzy in my drink standing by
Parade your bodies before my eye
Frozen in my sorrows
Where I know I belong
Dancing to some lucid tune
In the rice powder gloom
Of my parade