The Palace at 4 A.M.

In some Polynesian dive Downwind from the badlands B-b-b-but a palace at 4 A.M We kick through the diamond dust Halfway between Vancouver and The bingo game that made the man Kicking around in promised land Just one flick of the wrist One flick of the wrist and Look, look, look, you're in a palace at 4 A.M When a daydream threw the covers back Back, back, back, back Before you saw The ribbon tied around your bomb When you were kicking hearts around It was a straight shot, a straight shot But, lady, would you call it art? A straight shot, a straight shot But, lady, would you call it art? Lady, would you call it art? Now no more pushing words around No more pushing words around B-b-but in a palace at 4 A.M You're asking for the book to be thrown down It opens with a thud With the dumb luck that was the plan Kicking around in promised land With a straight shot, a straight shot But, lady, would you call it art? A straight shot, a straight shot But, lady, would you call it art? Lady, would you call it art? Now no more pushing words around No more pushing words around No more pushing words around No more pushing words around (Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M (Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M (Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M (Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M (Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M (Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M (Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M (Straight shot) In the palace at 4 A.M