Texty: Germs. Dragon Lady.

You walk to the temple on the boulevard
You know the way in 'cause you're the son of God
She opens the door with a sardonic glance
You drop to the floor making your plans

It's a real cool parody
That's my dragon lady
In a low society with no variety
She lives a tongue on cheek dream

There's something in her eyes that nature denied
She's a whirlwind creature of cultural ties
A preacher of schemes and self denial
She talks up a storm with news and belial

It's a real cool parody
That's my dragon lady
In a low society with no variety
She lives a tongue on cheek dream

The clock on the mantle hands stop crossed
The rug on the floors a resting place for the dust
The talk of the town yet she's never been seen
A loving relation with a well trained machine

It's a real cool parody
That's my dragon lady
In a low society with no variety
She lives a tongue on cheek dream