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He was steely, he was salty
He was crazy, he was wise
There are two holes in the carpet
That he burned there with his eyes
Just staring at the carpet
He burned it with his eyes
With his eyes, with his eyes
With his holy madman's eyes

He was with me all one summer
On the California sands
There are two scars on my shoulders
Where he burned me with his hands
He touched my skin so gently
He burned me with his hands
With his hands, with his hands
With his holy con man s hands

He's an eloquent liar, he's a dreamer in red
He's a teacher on fire and a killer in bed
He keeps writing me letters from wherever he lands
And the pain gets no better but I can understand

He got restless in the autunm
And he drifted toward the south
There are marks upon the pillow
Where he burned it with his mouth
He left my mind on fire
He burned me with his mouth
With his mouth, with his mouth
With his holy poet's mouth
And his holy con man's hands
And his holy madman's eyes