know your wardrobe
know it well
you've got to make it last
dead pants
worn out shoes
you've got to mix and match
go to market
in your finest
you've only got five
bucks fill your wardrobe
fill it well
you got to wear it got to
wear it got to wear it
closing time for your ego
it's just a step away
fixing holes
older than Methusaleh
ten years in every stitch
dead pants
corduroys
waiting for the end to come
swirling mirror
invites you in
to its pleasured
its pleasured its pleasured
void
know your limits
know them well
you've got to let them slide
dead illusions
laid out to dry
in the northern sun
hesitation
for things to come
fresh air in a broken glass
what to do Kathmandu
you've got to
make it got to make it got to
make it it