The room was neon green
So I set it on fire just to be seen
It was far too quiet and clean
There comes a time when you've gotta get seen
So I tattooed myself in the name of Stiv
Unlike all the other kids
Sometimes you're dying to get found
And sometimes the ashes, they just lie upon the ground
Faster than cars crashing into your dreams
Neon green
Louder than the rockets that race on your screen
Neon green
And brighter than the bombs that blow up in your dreams
Neon green
The ashes were piled high
So I caught his reflection in the corner of my eye
He was a sensitive guy
A man of flannel shirts and apple pie
And we did what we could to get by
Sold tickets to the great gig in the sky
And the moon was neon green
On the track suit of the corduroy queen
Who taught us how to be mean
While weaving some kind of strange velour dream
Faster than cars crashing into your dreams
Neon green
Louder than the rockets that race on your screen
Neon green
And brighter than the bombs that blow up in your dreams
Neon green
I lost my sensitive guy
He went out to Colorado to see the big sky
Slit his own throat after getting too high
No more apple pie
Thankfully I'm still sane
Or so I say, or so I claim
I'm wrapped up in neon green
Chasing after some distance corduroy scheme
And I do what I can to get by
And I've got my ticket to the gig in the sky
Faster than cars crashing into your dreams
Neon green
Louder than the rockets that race on your screen
Neon green
And brighter than the bombs that blow up in your dreams
Neon green