Withered Hand Follow

Tonight I can feel the big stars
Through the soles of my shoes
I guess the way I wore a moustache kinda reminded you of you

In no particular time
Some European town
You threw your tarot cards up into the air
And watched them fall back down

Better The Devil you know, you'll be gone long before The Fool comes around

Every time I get into an airplane
I feel like crossing my heart
You said I remind you of your ex-wife
Like you were picking at the scar

Later that night I saw you smiling in your sleep under your oxygen mask

Now I was coming on strong at the show like I was born again
Some of you guys should get with my god, he hates about everything
Well, everything except me, I'm the anomaly

Here we go, here we go now
Is this the Sunset Strip?
Another strawberry mojito pressed against your lip
Well, I keep on sucking on mine
Like I was biding my time

I fell asleep watching a buzz band
I peeked out under my hood
Some of the people there were losing their shit
Please let me be misunderstood

Well, you can do what you want to
I tried to do what I could
The Gilded Palace Of Sin
And you, the King of Hollywood

Well, you can do what you want to
I tried to do what I could
The Gilded Palace Of Sin
And you, the King of Hollywood

We were dancing in the Gilded Palace Of Sin
And you, the King of Hollywood