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