(Freed after) 30 days in the Parish
I'm locked down on some bullshit.
Sleep all day, smoke like a train
Burning in the searchlights.

Come sing me to sleep
So I can close me eyes, just dreaming.
It's happy hour at the suicide watch
But I'm gonna climb the sky and see if...

The lord above don't like my kind.
The devil wants a free ride.
I'm fucked up and hanging by a thin line
And sending out a bad vibe.

I'm a Gemini
High and rising.
Ride the highs in. (Ride the hyacinth)
Rising.
High and rising.

Waltz a shadow down the street
Then I'm heading up the road.
Burning the oleander trees
Up into the moonlight.
Pigs ain't got nothing on me
Yet the clear blue sky is screaming.
I ain't going stag off lover's leap.
I'm gonna climb the sky and see if...

The lord above don't like my kind.
The devil wants a free ride. (The Kubla Kahn's just an alibi)
I'm fucked up and hanging by a thin line.
And the truth is just a damn lie.

I'm never coming
Never coming
Never coming down.