Iggy & Me

No words quite fit The way a cold beer tastes At 2:38 in the afternoon While reading a Rolling Stone And listening To Celtic women sing From somewhere deep Somewhere raw Propaganda of my nature The Starry Night of Edvard Munch Staring into my soul Vanilla flames dance To the melody While I dance To the beating of my own heart You’re not the boss of me Iggy Pop You’re not the boss of me