seventeen a nymph if there was ever one you were noticed and rushed upon the scene rough times some hell to get away from and whirlwind to do the very thing once again a trick of the light found and burned at the beat those we're in will trickle down their songs and burn at the beat ever the locust you tore across the avenues and hotels with death under your feet the sullen girls that look like women the gregarious gamines leaving pictures on all magazines once again a trick of the light found and burned at the beat those we're in will trickle down their songs and burn at the beat all eyes upon you and no one could see it the exoskeleton is all they see so leaving it... we revel in the poses yeah we do the best we can the snakes will sing to horses and the horses back to men and you will know and i will know to leave the state we're in again once again a trick of the light found and burned at the beat those we're in will trickle down their songs and burn at the beat the exoskeleton is all they need so leaving it behind who knows what you'll find this time...