Out of the same back door
Across the same back yard again
Over the same low wall
Into the same long car and then
Black wheels on a silver car
Big wheels go round
Panoramic as the open sea
Big waves crash down

Out of the same back door
Across the same back yard again
Over the same low wall
Into the same long car and then
Touched down in a different place
Wide eyes look round
On the devil and the deep blue sea
One sun beats down

Health and knowledge and wealth and power
Passion and poems and sex
I wear a smile like a leather glove
I won't shut my mouth for less
Belts and buckles and whips and chains
My sign my style my dress
My heart was made to steal
It's heaven, more or less