Seven Years Gone Quasi

Seven years gone
Skeleton pilot the ghost ship home
He carried on, but now he's all alone
Dead on his feet, he hits the streets of old town without a dime
Sweet baby's breath could bring him back from death any time
Preacher jack, high on crack
Quote the bible, pass the hat
Dan the pimp, don the gimp, mike the ape, and tom the chimp
Newspaper says we support the prez, the "war on terror", bombs away
How much is lies and how much just unwise, i can't say
Queen of spades
Close the window, pull the shades
She had it made back in the days of the flat-top fade
She stays in her room
She owes the moon a fortune she could never pay
She hopes and she prays, but the moon won't go away