Last night at the end of the line I was half a million miles from a prayer   I crossed my hands across my heart and I laid out in the desert somewhere    The sun hit me with a blinding light and the vultures were circling my bed   Then a troop in fine Italian suits came pulling up in their Mopeds   They looked at me with my makeup on   They offered money and they carried me home   They said "come on down to the motorcade where it’s better than you had it before   There's lots of money that we can make   Amphetamines for kids who are bored   It doesn’t matter what your friends say, we're gonna make it out of this door   So come on down to the motorcade where it’s better than you had it before”       Yesterday at the tip of the bay I was drinking saltwater and lye   The undertow slowly pulled me down below and I laid my heavy head down to die    The bubbles rose to the surface from my nose spelling "please brother help me if you can"    The motorcade took a break from sunbathing and they swam out to give me a hand   They dove down in their Jacques Cousteaus to offer money in their European clothes    They said "come on down to the motorcade where it’s better than you had it before    There’s lots of money that we can make, Amphetamines for kids who are bored   It doesn’t matter how the tide breaks, we're gonna make it back to the shore   So come on down to the motorcade, where it’s better than you had it before"   It doesn’t matter you know, it’s just a bad dream