I saw her at the zoo today, what can I say? She's off the drugs now, said to say hey   And did you still play bass in that Paperback Writer-style?   She's looking good, she's got Marianne Faithfull's smile   And we laughed about the old days, how we had so much fun   We were like Baader-Meinhof but without the guns   We were like Baader-Meinhof but without the guns      She said, "Life pans out like a bitch, it's just so unfair"   I said "Yeah, but you still got that Mohican pubic hair, I bet you do"   'Cause she worked for a spell in this upmarket hostess-bar   All these alpha-males come from close and from afar   So she's sitting there in some statesman's face   Thinking about home, dreaming about the old place   Thinking about home, dreaming about the old place      She was married for a while to one of those sensitive men   Liked to watch Thelma & Louise over and over and over again   'Til he caught her naked with a jazz man, caused so much razzamatazz   It wasn't the sex, though, he just hated jazz   So she's allergic to love now, may Eros rot in Hell   You get too close you get two sharp shakes of her leper's bell   You get too close you get two sharp shakes of her leper's bell      And the sky grew dark and the sun grew cold   And the sky grew dark and the sun grew cold   It's like some demon's inside her, some kind of lynch-mob in her soul   So they fill her full of medication, lock her up in a hole   'Til you're sick and confused and you don't know just where you are   But you're a fucking long way from Shangri-La   But you're a fucking long way from Shangri-La   When the shit-missile strikes it's always the same   First you're Lazarus reborn then you're Lazarus in flames   First you're Lazarus back from the dead then you're Lazarus up in flames