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