I made eyes with a sailor with a burned up hand the cross eyed lead singer of a bad bar band I loved an elegant gangster and a customs man but then I fell for him and that was the end he was my gold plated scarab he was my chosen one he was my sandinista and my royal bum he was my used car salesman and my wayward son and then I fell for him and that was the end in the morning you may wake to find that I'm gone sad to go but you know I need to stumble on in time, with the passing of the days you'll forget my name it's strange, I know, the way some people play but I'm just the same the grand destruction game I made eyes with a sailor with a burned up hand a cross eyed lead singer of a bad bar band I loved an elegant gangster and a customs man and then I fell for him and that was the end in the morning I may wake to find that he's gone sad and lonely but I know he too must stumble on in time, with the passing of the days I may forget his name it's strange, you know, the way some people play but he's just the same the grand destruction game