The Rocker And The Dancer

Their life moving faster
Pity, that's a real disaster
Her, a taut ass, slender
midnight to 3 am dancer
Him, a bummed out rocker
whiskey and beer drinker
A fearless amped up brawler
Sprawled on a leather chair
He has a cold as ice stare 
With long, long brown hair
A big bear with a beer belly 
jammin' the blackguard tele
Sleeping all day on the couch
After a wicked all night bender
With way too many shots from
Smiling Joe, a buddy bartender
She loves doing lines with a 
Rolled up 100 dollar bill 
Stashed in a butterfly pouch
She still has the Midas touch
Turning shit into gold 
She says: Hell yeah,
I'll never, ever get old
Her mascara running while
Her black cat purrs on the
apartment window sill
She looks down at the
Flickering lights of 
The once buzzing places
On the now silent Hill