Star struck like a gong   screaming like a choir   setting everything on fire   bleached black and blue   a beaten blond.   There but for the grace of God   here I come.   The fire of love   is burning me   the fire of love   won't let me be.   Steal it like a toy   give it like a gift   drink this down   it's a catalyst.   Punks, Skins and Latin Kings   all call you brother.   The Devil don't let you age gracefully   but the angels never even spoke to me   give me one great moment   one epiphany.   Oh you'll have one   Jeffrey Lee.      Poor old Jeffrey Lee.