Reflections On A Martian Strip Joint Part Two Lyrics

Wondering why this city has only seven bars

Watching the Martian women in their cosmic lingerie

And wondering why I fly so far just to find a place to play

Well the air is full of incense that smells like a locker room

And a broad with twenty fingers through her hair she slowly grooms

A strange Venutian tending bar with eighteen busy hands

Mixes drinks and tells his jokes and juggles while he stands

Then a girl whose name is Milky Way comes dancing on my plate

She's taming my libido while I'm pondering my fate

Bending at the waist she draws a circle on my thigh

And I'm wondering why I fly so far just to finds a reason why

And the Milky Way has vanished now and the music's getting loud

And I'm just another face inside this burned out vacant crowed

The lights are swirling faster and I'm losing all control

And I'm wondering why I fly so far just to plagiarize my soul

The room is spinning blindly now and everything is red

I'm praying that they bury me elsewhere when I'm dead

So I order Kamikazes for the house and I curse my birth

And wish that someone somewhere would just bring me back to earth

But I'm sitting in a strip joint on the second moon of mars