Apostle Of Hustle - A Rent Boy Goes Down Lyrics
Shadows on the wallShadows in the depth of his faceShadows taking everybody's placeParis was a young man, he wore his hair up in a trickHe quit the house made of roses and rose flavored spitParis with a dagger on his mind and romance in his handTough and hard, in the yard, now nothing but a stranger in a strange landSocrates in swaying the youth away Branches thick with heat and syrupy decay Picks up a book commands him to read"The part where he kisses him on the roof"Breaking dawn, woe be gone, hit the dope And hope they become pure and aloofParis glittering in the war forced to competeThey all tried to bully him, buy him, score it for cheapHungry boy, he's a wolf, falls down, and bricks a sheepSays, "you're gold for a moment but goldIsn't anything you can keep."