In some Polynesian dive
Downwind from the badlands
B-b-b-but a palace at 4 A.M.
We kick through the diamond dust
Halfway between Vancouver and
The bingo game that made the man
Kicking around in promised land
Just one flick of the wrist
One flick of the wrist and
Look, look, look, you're in a palace at 4 A.M.
When a daydream threw the covers back
Back, back, back, back
Before you saw
The ribbon tied around your bomb
When you were kicking hearts around
It was a straight shot, a straight shot
But, lady, would you call it art?
A straight shot, a straight shot
But, lady, would you call it art?
Lady, would you call it art?
Now no more pushing words around
No more pushing words around
B-b-but in a palace at 4 A.M.
You're asking for the book to be thrown down
It opens with a thud
With the dumb luck that was the plan
Kicking around in promised land
With a straight shot, a straight shot
But, lady, would you call it art?
A straight shot, a straight shot
But, lady, would you call it art?
Lady, would you call it art?
Now no more pushing words around
No more pushing words around
No more pushing words around
No more pushing words around
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M.
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M.
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M.
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M.
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M.
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M.
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M.
(Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M.
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