I took a taxi from LA to Venus in 1985
I was electromagnetically sucked back
into a party going on that night
It was the glory of the 80′s
with karma drawn up in lines
and two bugle boy models saying
‘baby. it’s a freebee you sure look deprived’
I had the Story of O in my bucketseat
of my wanna be Mustang
auditioning for reptiles
in their Raquel Welsh campaign
in the glory of the 80s
you said “I’m not afraid to die”
I said I don’t find that remotely funny
even on this space cake high

and then when it all seemed clear
just then you go and disappear

silicone party barbies to the left
and Joan of Arcs to the right
no one feeling insecure
we were all gorge and famous in our last lives
in the glories of the 80s
you said ‘the end is nothing to fear’
I said blow the end – now baby
who do I gotta shag to get outta here

and then when it all seemed clear
just then you go and disappear

sure you’re out there orbiting around
wish I had you back now

I met a drag king
call venus
she had a velvet hologram
she said ‘my husband ran off with my shaman
but they love me as I am’
in the glories of the 80s
I may not have to die
I’ll clone myself like that blonde chick
that sings Bette Davis Eyes

and then when it all seemed clear
just then you go and
disappear