Song For A Dead Singer

Zita Swoon

I accept your invitation


I accept your lonely truth


I've had the information trickle through


Some of us like dancing


A lot of us take dope


A lot of this romancing hits the floor


The rhythm of the road


And all these selfish clowns


The junkies and the booze


Go lover go


You'll always wear that crown


Regardless of their moods





Some Mississippi River


Took you one bad day


Who wounds himself with roses?


Who dares the saddest song?


Who struggles with his lover's needs?


Who dares to carry on?





Stay in the spaceship you command


Don't mind those people who pretend


To be helping one another


They're just running their own game


They're just stuck with all their fancies


They're sick inside their brain


They want to carry on and on


They want to make us pay


But after all the work is done


Who minds himself and who just plays?


Who wounds himself with roses?


Who dares the saddest song?


Who struggles with his lover's needs?


And stills finds the trick to carry on?


Sticks a greenback to my fretboard


Skates a junkie through my brain


Make a quick delivery


Never coming back again