Standing in the shadows
where I know I belong
I watch the slither,
the glam and the glitter
of the parade
Put on your skin
and all you make-up too
Pretty boys and bang-up girls
You all make me so hot and cold
And for just a few hours
I don't feel so old
A parade of bodies washing by
Feel me up, I want to die
Dizzy in my drink standing by
Parade your bodies before my eye
Frozen in my sorrows
where I know I belong
Dancing to some lucid tune
in the rice powder gloom
of my parade