A billion light years away / Someone’s thinking the same thing / But she’s already turned to dust / And the starlight I see / Is a billion light years old / A ghost just like the rest of us / Nothing I see / Is there anymore
Puerto Rico … You ugly island … Island of tropic diseases. Always the hurricanes blowing, Always the population growing … And the money owing, And the babies crying, And the bullets flying. I like the island Manhattan. Smoke on your pipe and put that in!
there was a cabaret… and there was a master of ceremonies… and there was a city called berlin… in a country called germany… it was the end of the world. and i was dancing with sally bowles! and we were both fast asleep.