Okkervil River - Title Track lyrics

All of the stage names evaporate
And it's just a blood-flushed
And heart-rushing race
Either to kick off too soon
Or stick around too late
To be far too dear or too cut rate

Hold my hand again like at the lake
Hold that mirror, babe, up to my face
Hear the whippoorwill? Am I breathing still?

A Hollywood Babylon bike-a-thon
For break dancers
All broken down in their beds
Now intravenously fed from a bag
Hanging over their heads
Can I put you down for some
Miles? What do you say?
Cause don't you know it's going to be a long
Long way but if you've got the cash
I'm ready to bust my ass

So take this thin
Broken down circus clown reject
And give her the name of a queen
Don't I know her from the mezzanine?
Well, she didn't look like no princess to me

But with the proper words bestowed
And with her morning shoot
And her evening clothes
Don't call her a prostitute
She isn’t one of those
Just call her a proper
Little statue come unfroze