Moggs Motel - Apple Pie

I see a million stars while lying on my bed
Oh it’s etched in anaglypta and it swirls around around my head
I see Marco Polo on the Silk Road trail
And the cursed Captain Ahab now he's fishing for a whale

I carry trouble like a boulder on my back
I push it up the hill and it rolls back
My psychoholic friends are hanging on the bell
My tiny little terror’s gonna give you hell

And I’m taking a bite
Out of life’s apple pie
It’s a bare knuckle fight
Until one of us dies
And I’m riding a pony
And she’s swishing her tail
And I’m singing for Jesus
While cutting out rails
It’s a creamy delight
On a Bombay high
L’m taking a bite out of life’s apple pie

Sometimes I go crazy, somеtimes I get sick
Bettеr pucker up my son now and play that’s smokestack lick
Cos up there in the corner are the recently deceased
Well they're having them a barbecue, they're having them a feast
I look in the mirror, a young man grown old
The lines in his face, rivulets of gold
Lines of laughter, lines of pain
Lines for a time that won’t come back again