Going Out

You're looking at yourself alone Standing in the class with a costume on Hoping on that you would call Awful dresses and Paris souls Limestone rings and high heels souls Rotting cloth from the head to toes Come and lift your shoulders Go out and it's cold And my enemies A broad man in the back door Nights frosted The cooler the cramb is I saw my best boy standing At the bar, where I left him Walk with me for a time Go out in the cool cold air You know where my mind is A broad man in the back door Starring out the window I got my rings and my limestones Dusting off my cuffs Rainbows down in the winds Can't fight in the feet why I'm cold Rainbows down in the dust, I cannot decide Home alone Rainbows down in the dust Don't have any fear when I'm cold