Neil Young — The Rent Is Always Due lyrics
The page contains the lyrics of the song "The Rent Is Always Due" by Neil Young.
Lyrics
Your silver child
suspended in space
Crying out
to you
Beckons you
to yet another fine place
Where the trials of life are few
Don’t think you’re living long
Who says you are coming on They won’t remember you
The rent is always due
The cloudy men
who take their place
And stand in line
they do Know not of the satin face
That separates them from you
Just put your blue jeans on Grab your guitar and sing a song
Don’t think I’m kidding you
The rent is always due
She rides a broom
with gold-plated straw
She flutters around
and she cries
The Brylcream fools
just standing on Digesting all their lives
But then you walk along
And she starts coming on Beneath her melting broom
The rent is always due