Ten million dollars and a ticket to leave
At cross streets manic and inherited money
I bought a Blue Bird school bus and a Diana monkey for a trip cross-country
Enshrined in a mist with a band I had formed which did not exist
At cross streets manic and no longer funny
I set fire to the last of my unearned money
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Poor little rich boy going broke in the rain
Rolling stone, more like a blown out flame
Poor little rich boy going broke in the rain
Rolling stone, more like a blown out flame
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Cross streets unoriginal and sounds like Dylan
An impression of me singing someone else is the villain
To the moon-eyed broker, make me less broke
Rolling stone more like a stumbling joke
At the corner of karma and no longer funny
I set fire to the last of my unearned money
Poor little rich boy going broke in the rain
Rolling stone, more like a blown out flame
Poor little rich boy going broke in the rain
Rolling stone, more like a blown out flame
Screaming at the paupers of Broadway
I'm the play
In the French Quarter a stranger's whisper sets the scene
Good morning Prince Vladimir
Good morning Prince Vladimir
Good morning Prince Vladimir
Whatever that means
The last act watches on from the wings
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Poor little rich boy going broke in the rain
Rolling stone, more like a blown out flame
Poor little rich boy going broke in the rain
Rolling stone, more like a blown out flame
Good morning Prince Vladimir
Whatever that means
The last act watches on from the wings