Rococo Palace

Black satin handkerchief swings through the night Half moon hung low As the smoke signaled high And the man kicked him down on his liquor store crawl All he can say Is that it makes him feel small Tall man Leather straps around his brain Foghat Ringing loud for heavens gate Nowhere Nowhere Falls to his knees in surrendered relief Drags on his smoke till it lulls him to sleep Abandons a world where the night turns to day And just cries to the riverside Where he's born to decay Tall man Leather straps around his brain Foghat Ringing loud for heavens gate