It's four in the afternoon
and I don't feel like it at all.
I told myself, "Where are you, golden boy,
where's your famous magic touch?"
I thought you knew where
all the elephants tumble down.
I thought you were the crowned prince
of all the wheels of the Ivory City.
Look at your body now,
there's not much left to save
and a bitter voice from the mirror screams:
"Hey, prince, you need to get yourself shaved."
Now, if you can regain
control of your fingers,
why not try to unwrap
the blade of a stainless steel razor?
Just like that, we've come to this,
yes, we've come to this,
it's been a long fall down, hasn't it?
it's been a strange fall down.