I made eyes with a sailor with a burned up hand the cross eyed lead singer of a bad bar band I loved an elegant gangster and a customs man
but then I fell for him and that was the end
he was my gold-plated scarab he was my chosen one he was my sandinista and my royal bum he was my used car salesman and my wayward son
and then I fell for him and that was the end
in the morning you may wake to find that I’m gone sad to go but you know I need to stumble on in time, with the passing of the days you’ll forget my name it’s strange, I know, the way some people play but I’m just the same the grand destruction game
I made eyes with a sailor with a burned up hand a cross eyed lead singer of a bad bar band I loved an elegant gangster and a customs man
and then I fell for him and that was the end
in the morning I may wake to find that he’s gone sad and lonely but I know he too must stumble on in time, with the passing of the days I may forget his name it’s strange, you know, the way some people play but he’s just the same the grand destruction game