This is the place where all
The junkies go
Where time gets fast
But everything gets slow
Can I get some vaseline
Step into a modern scene
Take a chance of that
Which seems to be
The making of a dream
I don’t want to do it
Like my daddy did
I don’t want to give it
To my baby’s kid
This is my calling…
This is the place where all
The devils plead
Their case to take from you
What they need
Can I isolate your gene
Can I kiss your dopamine
In a way I wonder
If she’s living in a magazine
I don’t want to say it
If it isn’t so
I don’t want to weigh it
But i’ve got to know
This is my calling…
I saw you out there yesterday