When the phone rang, 3 in the morning
Dead middle of night
There was nothing on the line
I set back the silent receiver
Tiny flames lit in my head
Hey did any of you freaks here ever remember Lenny?
I can't remember his last name
He's turned to dust now, one of the chosen few
Left out in the rain, out of town again
Left out in the rain, ocean bound I guess
Between the mattress and a column of hazy faces
I remember every word you said
Quite a clear picture
Every word you said
The door was open but the way was not lit
And there was no way out of my head
On a crimson highway by a chrome bumper I last saw you
Alive
Inclined to thrive
Evening fireflies lit sparks around your head
But wait a minute let's back up a bit
Some famous stars were busted down on fashion avenue
Impersonating real men
Not knowing who they really were
Dead middle of night
There was nothing on the line
I set back the silent receiver
Tiny flames lit in my head
Hey did any of you freaks here ever remember Lenny?
I can't remember his last name
He's turned to dust now, one of the chosen few
Left out in the rain, out of town again
Left out in the rain, ocean bound I guess
Between the mattress and a column of hazy faces
I remember every word you said
Quite a clear picture
Every word you said
The door was open but the way was not lit
And there was no way out of my head
On a crimson highway by a chrome bumper I last saw you
Alive
Inclined to thrive
Evening fireflies lit sparks around your head
But wait a minute let's back up a bit
Some famous stars were busted down on fashion avenue
Impersonating real men
Not knowing who they really were
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