Leather man
Run fast as you can
Leather man with the tight pants
It's time
Wipe your glitter eyes
I am your last fan
You must listen
What it means to be a hasbeen
I am anachronistic for your love
Fairies in boots
Psychedelic lutes
Playin' for the man, still keepin' your roots
How long does it take
To grow your hair
Before your ears are no longer there?
You must listen
What it means to be a hasbeen
I am anachronistic for your love
Shadows red, eyes bled, stigmata in your head
Invert the colour into its other bleach stains on your bed
You must listen
What it means to be a hasbeen
I am anachronistic for your love