Song for the Dying of Aids
In the early morning hours
In a city in Wisconsin
Lay the dying, slowly dying, fragile men...
With hollow eyes
Here's the one, who as a child,
Loved a doll more than an engine
Wore the blouse his mother gave him
After daddy beat him wild
Light a candle for these travellers
For their journey that is fading
Say a prayer
For all the suffering to end
Life is like a muddy river
Crying out for fresher rain
Life is silent,
When you're desperate for a friend
Life is silent,
When you're desperate for a friend
So I'm crying as I write this
We all love our hidden sex
It is morning now in LA
The busy city is in ruin
Here's the actor,
Who at times was as sleek as Greta Garbor
Lying naked in a hospice
Because the blankets hurt his skin
"Now for brunch, we'll have our juices"
"And some Jello... if we're good"
This poor junkie with her lessons
And her reasons not to dream
Hides the mirror that someone gave her
When she was so beautiful
Hides the memory of that evening,
And the stranger and her grin
There is passion on the East Coast
In the front seat of a Volvo
It is Prom Night, once again,
In New Jersey, near the shore
To the sounds of "Pretty Woman"...
Heavy petting and despair
It's too late, the party's over...
Silent murder in the air