Are we still on the phone   With the lady anna clarke and her trumpet solo   Whose ghost sings for pay   In the blue billiard room of the monterey   For room and for board   And the backdoor key is a 19th century civil war sword   Once owned by john booth   Who misplaced his script wen he caught his leather boot      This could be the shining hour   Based on all those mad beliefs   In the money oil and angel powder   In the new age magazine      There's a hole in the wall   Behind the photograph of al capone he's a sittin' down at city hall   The police they peek thru here   And they watch you get dressed in the two-way mirror   But it's all in good spirits   And if you close your eyes ya can't help help but to hear 'em move      This could be the shining hour   Based on all those mad beliefs   In the money oil and angel powder   In the new age magazine      I propose a toast   To the memory of the horse who carried king tut and his gold   Into the sun   He collapsed last summer from the heat stroke somewhere in the east village oh   It kills me to think   That I'm no longer living just looking for excuses to drink   So lift up your glass   And you ouija board 'cause I'm fading fading fading fast      This could be the shining hour   Based on all those mad beliefs   In the money oil and angel powder   In the new age magazine