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I'll tell you now the story of a friend of mine |
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A small town boy named 'saint divine' |
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At his red flamed hair they would laugh and stare |
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As he searched in vain for friends to find |
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His mother, father and brother too... |
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They told him "...we don't see the world like you..." |
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So he blew a kiss, he waved bye bye |
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For love... it don't live here |
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"all the tears he holds inside... he gotta go away |
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...are the tears he must hide..." |
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Looking for love... |
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So he goes to a big and bright city |
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Where friends ecstatic are never cruel |
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Forgets the clouds grabs the silver lining |
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The lipstick boy can boogaloo |
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And life is just one crazy ball |
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'cause down at king tut tuts he knows them all |
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But the queen is still a queer |
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And love... it don't live here. |
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"all the tears he holds inside... he gotta go away |
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...are the tears he must hide...looking for. |
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Looking for love... |
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All the love he fails to find...he gotta go away |
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...will his dreams run out of time? ...looking for, |
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Looking for love..." |
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Saint saint divine how you wear the woman |
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What one calls a sinner another will a saint |
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Who is to say what is right from wrong |
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It's friday night! it's time to party |
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The sacred cow can 'bang-a-gong' |
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Sing you sinners, dance you saints |
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Anyway your body 'n' souls inclined. |
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Laugh you lovers at those who hate |
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In each an adam and eve entwined... |
