All morality and principles go out the window when you're around.
The Jolly Roger reached out of the sky and I ran to his arms.
The first time I ever loved the sky, though I loved the moon,
I fed on the stars, from birth I was an astronomer of the sky.
Will it kill me to ride the roller-coaster, will it kill you?
No, not since your eyes became my magic-carpet.
Everyone knows that magic-carpets do best when
They are unrolled and draped across the tracks.
Despite that, I declare that I've written songs for my Big Brother,
In my head, as I wasted away on Desolation Row,
That I never thought would reach the light of day.
But people don't need morality and principles in this day and age.
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