Tiny prince of keytar

Beat down, alone
Laughed off the street
Grim metropolis has shown its teeth

I hear shutters clapping, hear angry spanish
It's cold as shit
I trip, shop lights vanish

Pain singing something wild
Fever visions foreign brides

Taste warm blood at my mouth
Tastes like drinking water
At my public school
Dates with the mayor's daughter

I dreamt i saw him there
Face to face
He plays hit requests
He still lives the dream
Seven inches tall

Tiny prince fantastic jams
Purple rain, rain down for free
Nimble keytar mastery
He rides bikes with billy dee
He controls the fog machine