A fortune is like an oil spill

The fumes grow as the flood expands

Trap a fire in a fireplace, snuff a candle with your hands

He’s one of “those without corn”

He’s a Libra, he’s a first-born

He’s a mesmerizing cobra

He’s one of those who never wishes that he’d never been born

If you flower in the desert, roast the seeds of Jerusalem thorn

Split the husk

Play a tattoo on the post-horn

Most people have a price

And a figure in mind

But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside

I’ll take a pirouette, but I’ve a figure eight in mind

The stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside

Paint the devil on your door

Burn the plans

Cast your hopes to your god

He laughs, but he understands

It takes a strong man to survive

On raw jams and a freedom vibe

But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside

They forgot, every tale needs a trickster

Every story a star

All fiction’s for swindlers

The cons and the cards

A charmer who knows just what rumors are for

‘Cause he’s the remedy, and the source

The candelabra, the jive

The memory, the pride

It takes a strong man to survive

On raw jams and a freedom vibe

But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside

Most people have a price

I’ve got mine

But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside

I’d sell out for a pirouette, God knows I’ve tried

But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside

It takes a hustler to survive

On raw jams and a freedom vibe

But the stars in their eyes are for the uniform, not the pilot inside