Pale Boys (and Cigarettes)
Pale boys and cigarettes
Too old to know what they don’t know yet
The talk, the talk, the talkers and the do-ers
Not a one among ‘em knows what’s coming
Pale boys and cigarettes
Not afraid to mince a little bit
Freakin’ the mundanes with the “dear boy” shit
Not one among us knows what’s comin’
I love the swish, I love the swagger
The studied precision, the fumbling stagger
Feels like it’s all gonna last forever
When you’re nineteen
Were we ever that young? Ever that that pretty?
Stealing furtive kisses in the dark, dark city
No demons in the blood, no reason for pity
Not a one among us knows what’s coming
Pale boys and cigarettes
Dancing in the rubble in the shadow of death
Not living in the cross hairs, not quite yet
Not one among us knows what’s coming
Pale boys and cigarettes
All that desire and they don’t know yet
The talk, the talk, the talkers and the do-ers
Not a one among ‘em knows what’s coming
Not one among us knows what’s coming…
11/11/2017
