TO LIVE ONE HUNDRED LIVES

I wanna live myself as many

With one selecting his alley

Become a star but only on the scene

Live out of town, just somewhere in between

Pushing back, my solitudes

No gods, no family, no habitudes

A white process, a hooker in Bangkok

A man of wisdom but, who still likes rock

Burn up my nights, let my days slip by

Be good to thousands of lovers, so they won't cry

Living just one life, you have no time to turn

A quick scout around, you end with desires to burn

That's what really hurts, just where are the ethics?

Even half a life, oh well, and a hundred

Change the color of my blood

A change of face, of dreams and neighborhood

A piece of land, a home, a big firelight

Live like a Gypsy free, sleep out at night

Who is who anyway? And who is only being?

Always the judge and never he that does the slaying?