Egyptian

I'm rolling in a borrowed car

A hot-rod called egyptian

With Jules in the back

And a terrible decision

Green and white

And blue and black

We'll use for making portraits

The colors flashing by outside

We'll bring into the fortress

With Jules on

With you on

With me on

Once out in the country

Brand-new midnight words

We'll christen

The towers that you wrote of

Will be too far off to listen

Soft you make my visions

And I fear my hand you'll take

Morning-cakes like animals

For tired eyes i'll bake

With Jules on

With you on

With me on

Mother, father, brothers

Might be sitting at the table

But here beneath my touch

I'll keep you as sweetly as I'm able

A beautiful boy

Beside his dark egyptian model

Almost high i'll drive you both

To where the papers cannot follow

With Jules on

With you on

With me on, on, on...