| Lyrics: | It's knocking off my diamond wig,
Knocking me down onto the platinum ground.
Woke up in a
beautiful dream, alone, (alone)
I got hit by a mink car, hit by a mink car driven by a
guitar,
And the silver chauffeur says,
That it's all in your head,
When you're 24 carat
dead, (dead)
In my dream she is reaching past my hollow form,
And her smile is an open
sign on an abandoned store.
I got hit by a mink car, hit by a mink car, driven by a
guitar,
And the silver chauffeur says,
That it's all in your head,
When you're 24 carat
dead, (dead, dead) |
