Dust

imperfection burns me up
and nobody's perfect
nobody's perfect
but I like the way your skirt fits
and my greasy dreams get hold of me
and we, roll in the clover
roll in the clover
but soon it's over
'tis the twilight of your dynasty
you're losing power over me and soon
I'm gonna go away and you're happy
as a a hooker can be
let me tell you one time
it's just dust, it don't mean a thing

pain is art and blood is business
and feeling good costs money
feeling good costs money
no you don't have much money
and you wanna die misunderstood
and she's so understanding
she's so understanding
offering you a hand
but you're a young man, too young to need
anyone, you just cry and bleed and soon
she's gonna go away and you're happy
as a young man can be
let me tell you young man
it's just dust, it don't mean a thing

this dim light isn't right
it's messing up my apartment
messing up my apartment
I'm wondering where the heart went
and this self inflicted loneliness
is making me cold and queasy
making me way too easy
making friends with the TV
and I'm up, down, hot and cold
my body young, my spirit old and soon
I'm gonna fly away and I'm happy
as a dreamer can be
let me tell you one time
just let me tell you one time
it's just dust, it don't mean a thing