Just like that soul singer in the session band
Wailed like an infant atop a white baby grand

Drowned the soul singer in the session band
Headlights or taillights, it's a flip of a coin
Saw the conflict of interest slipping cash in the hand

To the plastic piranhas in the city of salt
We'll need every sandbag and every man

See the soul singer in the session band
Now his room is on fire since he painted it red
For the soul singer in the session band
Of the soul singer in the session band
There are a stranger's silk sequins at the foot of the bed
I had a lengthy discussion about the power of myth
Saw the wave of the future through the crack in the dam
See the soul singer in the session band
Wasted wheat paste campaign, post no bills on the wall
He's been to weddings and funerals but he still never wept
Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan
To save the soul singer in the session band

I grew old in an instant, now I am all on my own
I was a hopeless romantic, now I'm just turning tricks
Just like that soul singer in the session band
For the soul singer in the session band
Now sorrow is pleasure when you want it instead
Bless the soul singer in the session band

A red carpet bagger makes a blackberry call
And I followed the breadcrumbs but I never got home

Shredded to nothing beneath the microphone stand
Shredded to ribbons beneath a microphone stand
Felt the quickness of pity like a flash in a pan

Shredded confetti beneath a microphone stand
I've been coming and going since the day I was born
With a post-modern author who didn't exist
In this fictitious world, all reality twists

You mean nothing to no one but that's nobody's fault