The Keepa - Augie March

The Keepa - Augie March
What＇s wrong sad Prince
The body is soft
The heart is cold
You were tongue-in＇ for danger
But danger bites back
It only lays down for the reckless and you weren＇t never bold
Think of all you＇d never do
Now it sits next to you on the bus
It joins you in the elevator
Nothing good is kept for later
You should never have let it through to the Keepa
Where the gods all hang their washing out to dry
Where strange birds fly
And giants go to die
I heard you went there for the quiet
Well I wasn＇t asking why
It was all that you could do
Now it sits next to you on the bus
It joins you in the elevator
Nothing good is kept for later
You should never have let it through to the Keepa
You should never have let it through to the Keepa
It was all that you could do
In the afternoon a weary sun beats a pallor too soon
About the broken tooth hell-mouth of your room
You slide into a sleep
O to dreaming of a sweet talk
Now it sits next to you on the bus
It joins you in the elevator
Nothing good is kept for later
You should never have let it through to the Keepa