Going Down

Dawn sings in the garden
Phone sings in the hall
This boy's dead from two day's life
Resurrected by the callPenny here, we've got to come
So come on round to me
There's so much penny lying here
To touch, taste and teaseRing a ding ding ding
I'm going down
I'm coming roundPenny's place her crummy room
Her dance set crackles to Jimi's tune
I don't care I taste amber solaire
Her neck her thighs her lips her hairRing a ding ding ding
I'm going down
I'm coming roundAll thoughts of sleep desert me
There is no time, there is no time
Thirty minutes brings me round
To her number nineYeah, she looks like a painting
Jackson Pollock's number five
Come into the forest and taste the trees
The sun starts shining and I'm hard to pleaseRing a ding ding ding
I'm going down
I'm coming roundAll thoughts of sleep desert me
There is no time, there is no time
Thirty minutes brings me round
To her number nineTo look down on the clouds
You don't need to fly
I've never flown in a plane
I'll live until I die