Out of the same back door Across the same back yard again Over the same low wall Into the same long car and then Black wheels on a silver car Big wheels go round Panoramic as the open sea Big waves crash down Out of the same back door Across the same back yard again Over the same low wall Into the same long car and then Touched down in a different place Wide eyes look round On the devil and the deep blue sea One sun beats down Health and knowledge and wealth and power Passion and poems and sex I wear a smile like a leather glove I won't shut my mouth for less Belts and buckles and whips and chains My sign my style my dress My heart was made to steal It's heaven, more or less