Bad Taste Blues, Pt. III

You were the Wizard of Oz with your electric guitar

Flyin' in through the Louvre and handin' me cards

Sharks, coffee, cigarettes

You were the sultan of swing in the grand scheme of things

Makin' your way to nowhere and back again

I wring out my hands, I rinse and repeat

And I don't regret one moment

In the palm of my mind, I can hold it

It'll never go away

It's got to be there

It's got to be there

What if I can't find it in me anymore?

It's got to be there

It's got to be there

What if I can't find it in me anymore?

You were the king put in check, just gettin' high on the steps

You're on the stair behind me

Combin' the cobwebs right out of my head

And then a plastic machine, it started paintin' a scene

We were melting into one person

And findin' that love is indeed real

And I don't regret one moment

In the palm of my mind, I can hold it

It'll never go away

It's got to be there

It's got to be there

What if I can't find it in me anymore?

It's got to be there

It's got to be there

What if I can't find it in me anymore?