The Rent is Always Due

<br>Youre still the child<br><br>Suspended in space<br><br>Crying out to you<br><br>Beckons you to yet another fine place<br><br>Where the trials of life are few<br><br>Who says you are coming on<br><br>Dont think youre living long<br><br>They wont remember you<br><br>The rent is always due.<br><br><br><br>The cloudy men<br><br>Who take their place<br><br>And stand in line<br><br>They do<br><br>Know not of<br><br>The satin face<br><br>That separates them from you<br><br>Just put your blue jeans on<br><br>Grab your guitar and write a song<br><br>Dont think Im kidding you<br><br>The rent is always due.<br><br><br><br>She rides a broom<br><br>With gold-plated straw<br><br>And flutters around<br><br>And dies<br><br>The brylcream fools<br><br>Just standing on<br><br>Digesting all their lives<br><br>But then you walk along<br><br>And she starts coming on<br><br>Beneath her melting broom<br><br>The rent is always due.