A night with Ziggy...

Driving on the Ten
Near San Bernardino
How long has it been since then?
Do I really even know?
 
Ziggy’s here beside me
And the Spiders are talking about life on Mars
Lights shining as far as I can see
And he’s just flipping off the cars.
 
Can we really be Heroes?
For more than one day?
Or is it better to be Zero
And just fade away?  
 
I’m looking out the window as the World Falls Down
‘Lyric looking at me making me think I’m hollow
The smile begins to fade, feeling as sad as a clown
Making everything so damn hard to swallow.  
 
Looking out on Baseline
As I see the Rebel with the torn dress.
She tells me that’s she mine
I just look the other way, her face so much a mess.
 
Ziggy’s looking at me wanting to bum a smoke
And the Spiders are still talking about the bitter and the sweet.
While ‘Lyric hands Ziggy a fag, sucking on a rum and Coke.  
And the Rebel just dances while chasing us down the street.
 
Driving through the city, going Station to Station
The Duke whispering in my ear, that I am the Homo Inferior
And the Spiders just listening like it’s some verbal Masturbation
While Ziggy and ‘Lyric are just smiling feeling they are superior.
 
I keep looking out the window full of tension and fear.
Trying to come down from side effects of the cocaine.
While Ziggy’s showing ‘Lyric that the European Cannon is here.
And I sit there wondering is it really too late to try again.
 
Is this my last dance?
I can feel myself Under Pressure
Trying to get that one more chance
The Pain feeling too much like Pleasure
Ziggy is looking at me feeling very still
While ‘Lyric tells the Spider’s which way they have to go
The Duke disappears as his time draws nil
And I am alone in the dark, in the same place I started so long ago.
 
‘Lyric looking at me knowing that I got nothing left to lose
Anything I had left went the day that I fell from the sky
Like a sinner rising up from the pews
This is the moment where I stand up and live or fall and die.
 
Ziggy fades away to go be with Major Tom
The Spiders are gone jamming with the Starman
While I stand there feeling the sweat on my palms
With ‘Lyric looking at me like she is the Ferryman
 
All I know that it is time to turn and face the strange
My own personal shame like some twisted badge of fame
I don’t know if anything will change
But I ended up here and there is no one to blame
 
I’ve got nothing left to lose
Except the baggage that holds me down
As I am ready to pay the Devils Due
On my cross in the middle of town.