There is a sun that never sets;
a cloud that never rains.
There is a bird that always sings;
a song that never dies.
There is a town that never sleeps;
a heart that always pumps.
There is a tear that never cries;
a dream that never wakes.
And then somewhere
between the Porsche
and gardens green and lush;
an eight ball hides inside a bag;
a dragon chasing bombs.
I soloed wings
my rig, my point, my works.
Brown sugar takes the taste away;
of life, of love, of luck.
There is a sky where dragons fly
at night when you’re in bed..
Where songs are wrote in mud and snow;
of things you’ll never seek.
There is a house in – Montreal;
where music isn’t free.
You have to ante with your – life;
and bet – on number three.
They love us all and pay us well;
white ghosts without a face.
They sell our lives to you and yours …
until our veins – bleed clear.
Brown sugar – takes – the taste – away.
Brown sugar – takes – the taste
Brown sugar – takes and takes and takes
until – the end – is typed.