King Charlie Can't Dance
The show-biz kids finger their party favors
As you rule over your pad, a little Caligula
It was your pills that made them beautiful
(With their dead eyes)
It was your powder that made them pliable
(With their fast mouths)
But a reckoning daylight is near
Can you feel it whispering in your ear?
Charlie can't dance, he just needs a beat for his business
King Charlie can't sing, oh but he'll hum you a tune
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie
What have you got for me?
Magazine fresh, sleeves hiding track marks
Mainlining precious social signals
When Rome crumbles to the ground
Well the acolytes won't be sticking around
It's getting lonely in the penthouse
No ones left now to remove their blouse
Charlie can't dance, he just needs a beat for his business
King Charlie can't sing, oh but he'll hum you a tune
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie
What have you got for me?
So grab that bottle of Aberlour
From the top shelf
No matter who's been between the sheets
You're still waking up with yourself
Zelda looked so lost and lovely
Spread out naked on your bed
She offered a French invitation
But I let the Irish go to my head
Fatal glamorous factory
(Epicurean shtick)
But the real headline ain't worth the ink
(A rose and a prick)
Got no time to wait for a "yes"
When clearer thoughts are coming and she's still in her dress
Charlie can't dance, he just needs a beat for his business
King Charlie can't sing, oh but he'll hum you a tune
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie
What have you got for me?
As you rule over your pad, a little Caligula
It was your pills that made them beautiful
(With their dead eyes)
It was your powder that made them pliable
(With their fast mouths)
But a reckoning daylight is near
Can you feel it whispering in your ear?
Charlie can't dance, he just needs a beat for his business
King Charlie can't sing, oh but he'll hum you a tune
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie
What have you got for me?
Magazine fresh, sleeves hiding track marks
Mainlining precious social signals
When Rome crumbles to the ground
Well the acolytes won't be sticking around
It's getting lonely in the penthouse
No ones left now to remove their blouse
Charlie can't dance, he just needs a beat for his business
King Charlie can't sing, oh but he'll hum you a tune
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie
What have you got for me?
So grab that bottle of Aberlour
From the top shelf
No matter who's been between the sheets
You're still waking up with yourself
Zelda looked so lost and lovely
Spread out naked on your bed
She offered a French invitation
But I let the Irish go to my head
Fatal glamorous factory
(Epicurean shtick)
But the real headline ain't worth the ink
(A rose and a prick)
Got no time to wait for a "yes"
When clearer thoughts are coming and she's still in her dress
Charlie can't dance, he just needs a beat for his business
King Charlie can't sing, oh but he'll hum you a tune
Oh Charlie, oh Charlie
What have you got for me?
Credits
Writer(s): Jason William Lord, Matthew Brandon Griffo
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