Playing with the devil,
When he carried a guitar,
Living on stolen time,
While riding in his car.
We thought we were invincible,
Ours cares were never free;
They were bought and paid for
With willful obstinacy.
We stormed the Crystal Palace,
Blew our minds out in the park,
Read Ginsberg and sang Cohen,
Burning candles in the dark.
The devil lit our pipes for us
With deceits our parents feared;
Ignited bras and draft cards,
And then he disappeared.
Ages later he came back again
As what we loathed the most
To spew more lies and twist our minds
He’s the Radio Talk Show Host.
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