Heaven, is this heaven wher we are? See them walking, if youi 

dare , if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag
themselvesalong the streets of heaven.
Where is the blessed table to feed all who hunger on earth,
welcomed and seated each one joyfully served? See them walkinf, if
you dare, if you call that walking. Stumble, stagger, fall and drag
themselves along the streetso f heaven.
Where is the halo that should glow 'round your face, and where
are the wings that should grow from your shoulder blades? Show them
to me.
These are sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels have
all been one rude awakening that was dues to me in heaven.
There would have been heavenly music I was convinced before.
A host of the dearly to meet me with Hosannas sung at the door, but
these are sobering sights I've seen in the City of Angels have all
been one rude awakening that was dues to me in hevean. In this city
of fallen angels.


Shards of glass cut through my gaze 

broken streamers hanging at my legs
drunk and giddy full of fate
at the cabaret
smokey stares from the bar
do stray bottles tumble
I feel the misty spray
what a perfect, perfect day for the cabaret
from afar he sees
Venus rise overwhelmingly beautiful
he sighs the look of love was in her eyes
puts his hand upon her leg
looking closer his lust begins to fade
what a drag the queen did say.
could this be a dream I’m in? ( Fellini would be proud )
gluttony enfolds the scene
give them one last round ,
shining faces dance away
swinging skirts between the panted legs
kaleidescoping
then shassez in a blink the glasses fly
suddenly joy becomes a fight
there they tossed and turned a sight.