Bad Taste Blues, Pt. III

You were the Wizard of Oz with your electric guitar Flyin' in through the Louvre and handin' me cards Sharks, coffee, cigarettes You were the sultan of swing in the grand scheme of things Makin' your way to nowhere and back again I wring out my hands, I rinse and repeat And I don't regret one moment In the palm of my mind, I can hold it It'll never go away It's got to be there It's got to be there What if I can't find it in me anymore? It's got to be there It's got to be there What if I can't find it in me anymore? You were the king put in check, just gettin' high on the steps You're on the stair behind me Combin' the cobwebs right out of my head And then a plastic machine, it started paintin' a scene We were melting into one person And findin' that love is indeed real And I don't regret one moment In the palm of my mind, I can hold it It'll never go away It's got to be there It's got to be there What if I can't find it in me anymore? It's got to be there It's got to be there What if I can't find it in me anymore?