Keep the fever running

As the blood pools to my brain



I’ll meet you at the gate of Saint Peter

Sonny, take care of my mind

Like a candle lit alone


I got the Holy roller

I felt the fever

Looking at you and licking its lips

Singing its sick

Don’t you know who you came in with?


Come and sit down

Don’t tell me I’m fine

Get down in my mind

and see a moment too late

It’s a lonely way


Make way for the King

I am coming

Everything must go


They call that Holy water?

They say the Queen was born a man?

Everything must go

A descendant to the throne


They say purify the palace

Yet the temple remains unclean

Tell me to go

Everything must go

It’s the lonely way


~ J. Broadway