My pixi dust
you ask for it like your the only one
stuck inside, we dont see that many faces
we're from down south
we dont visit many places
its like you fancy yourself
like your the only one with looks
you stand on the door step
like its your kingdom, your throne
you try to tell me im doing quite alright
i do the honky tonk like im back at home
i catch the odd word from conversation
and i piece together the story
it was cheaper in the park
down by the river just like old times
i cant feel the music
but i can hear the jazz go down
given my haunts i could have followed it
but an old guitar is all I could afford
we can do the honky tonk
same as yesterday
but with different things
we can follow the dead
they're dust anyway
but be remembered as kings
