Next to the club where your girlfriend Is dancing on the bar I left a stain on your glass You called it a scar Speaking in tongues through tar-paved lungs The boy fell off his chair Too drunk to notice And too lost to care You find that your life is a frustrated vision Of Gauguins, Rodins and excellent diction Mint juleps and needles don't add up to wisdom You're cracked you've gone mad It makes me so sad That I like you better than most of the men I've had He took my hand by the Charles And said, "Art is my only desire" Then spit out his drink Headed back to the barroom choir She said madness is triggered by sadness You slip down the fire escape The rain on the rooftops is silenced By sirens and violence You walk like a man though Your heart has been raped You find that your life is a frustrated vision... Next to the club where your girlfriend Is dancing on the bar I left a stain on your glass You called it a scar Half a glass of cognac And a punch in the mouth We are the people our parents Warned us about He struck me, like a matchstick Only to prove There's really nothing at all I have to lose You find that your life is a frustrated vision...