A LIGHT ON THE THIRTEENTH FLOOR

A light on the 13th floor
Somebody’s having a last fuck
Somebody’s getting ready to try luck
In the crowed to get squeezed & drenched
Alone is the word and multilayered clothes are the new trend
Getting dressed up and a cheek on a peck
They say it makes you successful, the heck

Footpaths are for riding
And pink sandals for dust biting
Find a patch on spit….and Street
Pig on the track…you shit

4:52 deserted first class when going up
And in downwards, a huge turn-up

We need and angel, or may be a goddess
To waive at you from the 13th terrace
Wings are broken or not grown up yet
Doesn’t matter if you are a beautiful saint

Can see it, right into it, through
When you fly up, up, up and threw
Gaze, glance or puke
Analyze that ‘coz you gotta put right bait on your hook

The light on the 13th floor goes off
Again to go on and off and on and off
The angel has flown away
To the 14th floor, to lay
She is the mother surrogate
Bitch, how do you wanna copulate?