[Verse 1]
Here's the picture where you had Nick strutting
In your beetle wing dress, junkie Lady Macbeth
Sleepwalking through cops catcalling on the sidewalk
Heart-shaped hickeys ‘round the scar on his neck
Next, the fog is a wash of neon
Blurring out the pretty faces of some rooftop girls
Standing shoulder-to shoulder, naked figures with theirs hips cocked
Lined up on the railing like a string of fake pearls
And here’s me sharing a bed with a trashcan
Comatose, sweat shining all TV green
I can see what must be that old Steve McQueen chase scene
Reflected in your framed portrait of The King

[Verse 2]
You got this shot when Knox drove from Florida
For a busted up jaw and couch full of burn holes
He was cut from the belly of a gator years later
But here he's still laughing with his mouth wired closed
Well, it's a shame this one’s mostly ruined
Grainy figures fade to white as they approach the top left
What's left is a cowboy hat, a bad back tatt
Stream of taxis pouring from the sunset
Next, smoke rings moan in a chrome coke mirror
The flash is a comet on a path toward your head
Your bloodshot eyes look like they're trying to find some sign
Of what's out there, just beyond the photo's edge