Flesh for Fantasy (Live in Dallas) - Billy Idol

(Donald Fagen & Walter Becker) I lived in no holy house but the Grand Hotel The back streets of this old town I know so well. And I drunk of no holy wine save muscatel; Now my friend, I've got to go, You tell everyone I know I'm sayin' goodbye, bye, bye, Dallas; I can't stay. Should have been at the palace Yesterday Bye, bye, Dallas; got to go And I remember when they told me so. Right now I'm wonderin' where The good times have gone; All the things I never loved when they wwas mine. Hot city and an empty pocket make a man think on; I've been living low so long, Gotta get back where I belong. I'm sayin' goodbye, bye, bye, Dallas; I can't stay. Should have been at the palace Yesterday Bye, bye, Dallas; got to go And I remember when they told me so. Bye, bye, Dallas; I can't stay. Should have been at the palace Yesterday. Ain't no bother; it's understood Livin' under cover don't do no good. Bye, bye, Dallas.

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