. . . and the Glam Rock
A child playing
with wildfire rebellion
The croupier who deals you in
swiftly twisting
sweet venom on the tongue
with chemical smoke rising
Into the wasteland
of a wandering soul
a toxic river is flowing
Body and spirit
within the echo of a scream
paying a heavy toll
Caught in the tangled web
of a deceptive dream
The gambler seduced
with an empty hand
upon a dying bed
For heaven’s sake
sleepwalkers awake
Is it ever too late
to make the big break?
Who’s pulling the strings?
Can you hear the truth
when the Elvis of God sings?
