When you're up on your pedestal
They say the moon is on the present.
And when you're down in the rut they say
The blues are self-evident.
When you rummage through your purse
They say shell never escape through there.
You're the queen of this bar and this neighborhood.
This is your turf.
I don't belong here.
Hid and seek and seek and save my place.
I spy a barfly sitting down to grace.
Homebase
Homebase
When you're up on your pedestal
They say she looks just like Grace Kelly.
When you're groveling on your swivel-stool
They take their turns with a machete.
The apple of their bloodshot eyes.
The butt of the collective joke
Goes bumming lights where none are lit,
And manages to salvage a smoke.
Hide and seek and seek and hide your face.
I spy a barfly flickering by my homebase.
Homebase
Homebase
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